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.
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