Feb 3, 2024
Media: oil on birch panel, shellac undercoat, unframed
Size: 6x6 in
The sea and shore change every time I visit. It is a mile walk from our home to the beach, a beautiful walk in all seasons. We have seen the sea in gentler moments and in storms so strong the waves surged over the dunes and into the street beyond. Most days it is somewhere between, and always beautiful. The roar of the waves holds a rhythm that seems to be the heartbeat of Mother Earth. I love sitting with my eyes closed and listening to the surf. It sings a lullaby that often puts me to sleep, resting in the soft arms of the dunes. The sea and shore change every time I visit. It is a mile walk from our home to the beach, a beautiful walk in all seasons. We have seen the sea in gentler moments and in storms so strong the waves surged over the dunes and into the street beyond. Most days it is somewhere between, and always beautiful. The roar of the waves holds a rhythm that seems to be the heartbeat of Mother Earth. I love sitting with my eyes closed and listening to the surf. It sings a lullaby that often puts me to sleep, resting in the soft arms of the dunes. |