For the last seven years I have been mesmerized by the ships I see from my studio window at Pier 70 in San Francisco. The particular light and weather conditions of the San Francisco Bay create an ever-changing scene, shrouding and illuminating the ships and water in ways that continue to fascinate me. Sometimes ghostly and glimmering, sometimes glowing in the full glory of sunlight, the ships are like large still lives on a liquid surface, sublime, mysterious, and full of longing. Industrial yet romantic, large cargo ships seen from far away are imbued with poetry. While the shipping industry carries ominous associations surrounding environmental disaster, pollution, and the global economy, the ships themselves are symbols of freedom and new horizons. To me, they are formidable, proud and beautiful, and they keep appearing and disappearing in new ways that stretch my way of seeing, challenging me to capture the moment, before they glide away.