Painting the sea … It all comes back to flow
This watery world we live in
Surrounded by water … in the air, the ground, our bodies …
Little Britain, our island
We are destroying our clean waters, our clean seas
We are destroying our bodies
Beguiling sea – you are destructive and dangerous … beautifully calm
The theme of the sea for art gets bigger, and more overwhelming, like the sea itself
Despite my fears and inadequacies I will paint the sea
Even the word ‘despite’ has it’s roots in water – spit, bile …
Green water, jealous of other artists brilliance …
Harmful thoughts, totally unhelpful
I fall over on the rocks, slip on the seaweed and jar my back thinking that thought!
Despite myself I paint the sea
The wave of my life has value too!
How to capture a wave, a drop in the ocean?
It feels impossible.
Wave upon wave as my arm freely swings up to the canvas
Brush reaching the shore of the image
A sweep of intention, of colour
Free like the sea
Be the ocean not a rock!
The sea just keeps rolling in, flowing, does the sea get tired?
Each wave different, inspiring, gone …
Each wave like a heart beat … precious
Just show up … get up and go out to the cold studio …
Let the wave of desire for the sea roll over you and carry you forward
Despite myself I paint the sea …
Oil and Sand on Canvas
8.5 x 10 inches (framed)