I remember the first time I stepped into Madison Square Garden. The energy just hit me right when I came through the doors. I got the same feeling the first time I stood up on a surfboard.

Growing up I spent all the time I could on basketball courts. Indoor, outdoor, driveway, wherever there was a hoop I was there. Basketball took a back seat to surfing once summer came around, but wasn't forgotten. I began seeing lines in the ocean the same way I saw lines on a basketball court.

Daydreaming at the beach, I saw basketball hoops floating in the water, waves flowing around them like players weaving in and out of each other on the court, spray shooting up from a breaking wave like a ball bouncing off the rim, roaring waves pounding on the sand like the fans cheering and stomping in the stands at the Garden. I was able to stare into the waves for hours drawing these connections.

As summer came to a close, basketball took over, but I couldn't get the images of hoops in the ocean out of my mind. I began seeing waves on the backboards of hoops, the raw power and energy of the ocean confined to this twenty‐one square foot rectangle suspended ten feet off the ground. I could hear the roar of the ocean with every bounce of the ball, the rolling of waves over the sand with players feet scraping the asphalt, I was right back at the beach again. Everything had changed‚Ķ Nothing was the same anymore‚Ķ I couldn't quite understand how it had happened, and I may never wrap my head around it.

The Hoop Dreams series of sculptures and images provide a visual interpretation of the images I see in my mind.

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