Wake. Draw.

Despite staying up way past my bedtime...I woke up at 6:30 this morning ready to...draw.  And I wanted to draw at the beach.  So I did. Beautiful day, not too hot...looked like this right here...

So I was thinking when I first got there that the ocean looked pretty calm.  From a distance it was calm.  But when I sat down I saw that the water was a little rough when the waves were crashing on the shore. Truthfully, I have a love/hate relationship with the ocean.  I think the ocean is beautiful.  I love the beach.  I love the smell of the saltwater, the sand between my toes, the way the sound is muffled by the wind.  But I am also deathly afraid of the ocean.  I can't swim, and the thought of getting in the water...where I can't feel the bottom...terrifies me.  I think the the fish are beautiful, but I am scared of them just the same.  

So as the drawing began to unfold across my paper...I realized that I was drawing the ocean, embodied as a woman.