It’s said the gods do not subtract time spent fishing from one’s allotted time on earth. If that’s the case, then Derek Redwine should still be kicking 1,000 or so years from now.
It seems every local artist counts the ocean as a major inspiration for their work, but I’ve yet to meet someone who’s as boundlessly passionate about water as Redwine. Even when it doesn’t come up in our conversation, it’s referenced tangentially or roiling and bubbling just below each uttered word. I bet if you were to cut him (accidentally, of course), he’d bleed brine.
Where other fisherman live begrudgingly for the weekend or a surreptitious sick day, Redwine’s life revolves around the water on a daily basis. You get the sense that for him, being on the water is the norm, and time spent on solid ground is a rather pesky concession. Even his Merritt Island home, while decked out with all the traditional landlubbing trappings, gives the impression of a way station, a kind of intermittent headquarters for frequent river excursions.
For Redwine, his home, set back in a nondescript cul-de-sac, is the gateway into another world. “When I park my car in the driveway and go through the door,” he tells me, “I enter another world. And when I come home on Fridays and go through it, I never see the car again till Monday morning.”
Read the rest of the article at the Beachside Resident http://thebeachsideresident.com/2008/07/derek-redwine/