When I saw the magic of the water and the enchantment of the massive rock walls that hug the coast of Trinity Bay, just north of Old Perlican Harbour, I was wonder-stuck. These micro-worlds of intense beauty were where my direct ancestors precariously and carefully gained their survival by fishing - in little boats - just like I was in, at that moment. Herbie Cooper, our friend and a fisherman, took us in his small boat to a little nook in the rock"around the corner" by sea from our ancestral land, where he traps lobster. It is so peaceful, when the weather is right. But these shores are entirely unprotected. The waters are open to the large expanses of Trinity Bay and all the hazards that can evolve instantly with a change of wind and weather. They are also ripe for human disasters by means of the sheer fiord cliffs that rise hundreds of feet from the water. There is no refuge on these shores. Fair weather sightseeing is one thing. To comply to the urgency of livelihood and eating is quite another. I live in awe of the courage and tenacity of past and present fishermen and their families in Newfoundland and Labrador. I live in awe of the beauty that is part of what rivets them to this land and sea. God has carved-out and poured-on such visual wonder and spirit here that it goes beyond what a human can process. It is nothing short of spectacle. I try to process with my paint, to try to understand the magnitude of this creation.