Description My persona has always been of a rogue pirate scoundrel who sails from port to port never making berth at any long enough to call home. But in reality, I would like nothing more than to find love and settle down with her in a semi mundane life embracing and giving thanks for the familiar rhythms of routine and ordinary. So the tranquil pleasure of this painting is interrupted by the searing heat of the read door. Some dreams are made for only looking at but never being able to go inside.