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My great-grandmother was my artistic inspiration as a child. Aside from gifting me my first set of watercolors, Nana gave one quick answer when I asked her how she got so good at painting.

Paint what you know, she advised.

I took this advice to heart. Almost always, any experiments with a new artistic medium involve the Prudence Island lighthouse. I spent my summers on the island, my grandparents’ house overlooking the point. I fell asleep counting the seconds between the foghorn blasts.

I know it in my heart.

I also know that the top of the lighthouse is usually covered with seagull shit, but I took some artistic license with this.

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