This painting is based on memories of the passenger ferry to my grandparents’ summer house on Fire Island. The space I focused on is the entryway in the middle of the boat. There were two levels to the ferry. The upper was open to the sun, wind, and sea-spray. The lower level was cozy, warm, and closer to the loud humming and vibrations of the engine. The choice between the two was made quickly as people jostled in the door. Most of the time we sat upstairs, as close to the front of the boat as possible.