Sunset and rainclouds, and exposed/worn by the waves wood, Hawaii
I associate your earth grey blue of stormy california waters, the bitter taste of salt spray in your mouth after wiping out hard and getting rolled by a pissed off ocean, the navy and blue blacks of the churning water. Your greys are like the seagulls, perched on the pier shrieking indifferently, and you have brown tones of wet sand and water-worn wood. And every once in a while, theres a spot of white, like the clouds illuminated by the sun on the horizon. Your art is the calm before the storm.