This summer, the smoke from the Canada wildfires have been drifting along the Bayshore. Obstructed views of the city, of the horizon, of the sun. It’s only inevitable that it goes in through the eyes, out through the hands, up into the paintings. I’ve been experimenting with acrylic inks and increasingly thin washes of paint to capture the haziness of these half-there, dreaming wide awake landscapes. I present a small set here.