I have a confession to make; I have a fetish. Those of you who read my post Fancy Footwork will no doubt think I have a foot fetish. Not true. I have a fetish for islands. When stress overcomes me and I close my eyes and set sail for my imaginary happy place, I always find myself on a remote beach with my toes half-buried in warm sand. I was weaned on movies like Mysterious Island, Swiss Family Robinson and Treasure Island and I’ve never gotten over the idea of traveling to a remote island and finding treasure worthy of The Count of Monte Cristo.
Over the years I’ve fed my Robinson Crusoe fantasies with trips to exotic islands like Rarotonga, Bora Bora, Isla Mujeres and Corfu. I just can’t get enough of turquoise water, palm trees and shimmering white sand. I’ve created many pictures of islands over the years, most of them inspired by topographical beauty, but these two paintings of the same island came from a remote place in my imagination, a place not stamped on any passport. This is not an island that’s going to end up on a Carnival Cruise itinerary.