Wednesday, November 25, 2015

On da beach

It's a little dreary here today... but nice. Cloudy skies and not too bright... but I like it .... but not as much as the beach ... ahhhhhh , the beach. Who could not like the beach

 And me? I still believe in paradise. But now at least I know it's not some place you can look for. Because it's not where you go. It's how you feel for a moment in your life when you're a part of something. And if you find that moment... It lasts forever. - Richard

A simple life is good with me. I don't need a whole lot. For me, a T-shirt, a pair of shorts, barefoot on a beach and I'm happy. Yanni

To go out with the setting sun on an empty beach is to truly embrace your solitude.  Jeanne Moreau



oil on canva paper  6x8

Friday, November 20, 2015

Looking for shells

One day I went walking early in the morning. It was the normal foggy coast and it was beautiful. Down by the edge of the rocks were a couple of young folks.... I say young... I was going to say a couple of old geezers but then I remembered.... I'm probably older than they are. It was a good day to be looking for shells.

Those who live by the sea can hardly form a single thought of which the sea would not be part.

The loneliness you get by the sea is personal and alive. It doesn't subdue you and make you feel abject. It's stimulating loneliness.

So, would you visit me in a dream.. By the sea water, memories...Floating on the breeze...fantasies, would you visit me????








Oil on canva paper
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Friday, November 13, 2015

Oh see the sea



My soul is full of longing
For the secret of the sea,
And the heart of the great ocean
Sends a thrilling pulse through me.
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.


 To reach a port we must set sail –
Sail, not tie at anchor
Sail, not drift.”
Franklin D. Roosevelt

 Sea-fever

I must down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,
And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea's face, and a grey dawn breaking.

I must down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.

I must down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull's way and the whale's way where the wind's like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over”
John Masefield, Sea Fever: Selected Poems





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Thursday, November 12, 2015

Wednesday, November 11, 2015

Dreaming of the Coast again


I signed up for another workshop on the coast ... will I ever learn..... but it will be fun anyway.

You need to lose yourself and disappear in the depths of the repetitions? Find a coast and watch the repetitive waves! Soon your mind vanishes away and when your mind disappears you disappear!” 
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“The coast is an edgy place. Living on the coast presents certain stark realities and a wild, rare beauty. Continent confronts ocean. Weather intensifies. It's a place of tide and tantrum; of flirtations among fresh- and saltwaters, forests and shores; of tense negotiations with an ocean that gives much but demands more. Every year the raw rim that is this coast gets hammered and reshaped like molten bronze. This place roils with power and a sometimes terrible beauty. The coast remains youthful, daring, uncertain about tomorrow. The guessing, the risk; in a way, we're all thrill seekers here.” 
― Carl SafinaThe View from Lazy Point: A Natural Year in an Unnatural World


You spoke to her, in hidden dreams...and smiled at her through open doors. She felt your secret love surround her at times. And while alone she felt your breath, heartbeat and more... Serenity of hers is never-ending, soothing....it leads, lures, calls you... Ah, timeless burning flame!.. Her kiss is ocean salty water, you drink and thirst increases...you long and pray for more...” - ― Oksana Rus


Well here is my sketch for the day.... Lover's Leap Monterrey California




Oil on canva paper  6x8

Friday, November 6, 2015

Hanging out in the meadow

Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass... It's about learning to dance in the rain.
- Vivian Greene
Life isn't about finding yourself. Life is about creating yourself.
- George Bernard Shaw

Go out and enjoy what you have near. It might be better than you imagined

Carson River near Genoa



Oil on canva paper 6x8