The Beckoning Sea
The beckoning sea wind assures me that this too shall pass. Grand friends will gather on porches of seaside houses and around sizzling grills, making happy memories. Our cares cast aside for another day.
If we only knew when.
Whether I accept or deny it, the reality of personal stories, data and deaths detail the truth of Covid-19. No cure, vaccine, or long-term health results known. I wonder how you are faring, how you are affected during this strange time?
Like many creatives, I am fortunate to work from home. For most of last year and the beginning of this one, I have hunkered down out of choice, painting for shows. This large oil painting, Beckoning Sea, is one I delivered to a gallery in South Carolina last month.
Now I am on pause.
Morning sunlight slants across green meadows, yellow flowers stir beneath an unending blue sky. July dreams drift in the sultry haze of time. Wistful memories of painting beside fine friends on rocky coasts and quiet coves call me to my easel. Imagination and memory are my summer muses.
I return to earlier themes of serenity and simplicity. Stripping the superfluous from the chaos of the world. Bearing down on the essence of beauty and harmony.
Wherever you are, my painting companions, I am with you in spirit and deed.
Dreaming beside the beckoning sea.