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So, Ive been stalking Belinda Baggs. Not in real life obviously, I reside in California and she in Australia, rather any film, article or anything featuring this lovely lady I am immediately drawn to. Her style is mesmerizing, simplistic, filled with finesse, every feeling I wish I could paint on to a wave. Her flow like gentle brush strokes, she is in the picture and creating it. I do not know her personally, but she seems like such a genuine woman. In “Dear and Yonder” she is shown sewing her own upcycled bordies (just like me!).

I am not typically the kind of kid to be obsessed with any famous person. I never had a crush on any Backstreet Boy, never obsessed with Tom Cruise, or anyone ever. This kind of activity has always been unattractive to me. They really are real people, just doing their job. What if I had a poster of my plumber or if I read tabloids on my mail man. No one would care about them. What is it about the famous that we love so much? There are millions of jobs supported by stalking and taking pictures of unwilling people. Who wants to see Oprah buying coffee? I see people doing that all the time. Why? I have never understood.

But now I guess I am somewhat guilty of the crime which I accuse others of. I suppose that Belinda is not a “famous person”, hopefully that gets me off the hook, although I did first see her in movies. Also, I just watch them, I am not buying magazines exploiting her latest diet. It is not the fact that she is in the movies that I am drawn to but instead her persona, her love for the ocean and most prominently, her grace. I guess you could say I look up to her. The films are only the window to which I first viewed her art.

I remember when I first discovered Andy Davis. When I was about thirteen, I was flipping through a magazine and in one of the back pages there was a small add with a painting and URL. First, I just stared at that tiny little image, amazed that I came across something so wonderful. I rushed to the dinky web sight where I found a myriad of flowing lines, brilliant colors and a completeness in the paint that is hard to describe. I was in love. I guess then I was obsessed with Ando.

Then it was the art of Davis and now the art of Baggs. It is not their popularity that I follow, but the connection. When I watch their displays of beauty, it is like, I get it. I know. I see. Because I sea.

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