The sea has always
whispered to me,
all down my life
it’s been there.
And with that endless
restlessness
come other sounds—
seagulls shrieking and
mast wires clinking as boats shift;
pebbles turning and
waves tapping sea-worn rocks.
—Jules Hardy, Altered Land
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Saltwater Whispers, Sea-Worn Rocks 5 x 7"; acrylic, ink, and watercolor pencil on card stock abstract 2022 |
4 comments:
Sitting here at my desk and on the side a small table easel with recent works. Right now one of neurographic pieces. No words sent my piece via email. Somehow we are on the same wavelength!
Carol, thanks for sending a photo of one of your neurographic works (no words) by email. Same wavelength!
Deep breath. Salty air memories in my nose, chatting seagulls in my mind. Remembering the ocean. Ahhhh. :)
Sheila, thanks for joining me on a beach walk, sharing the sensory : )
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