Yesterday I took a walk on the beach to clear my head and get some new images of the water that I hoped would inspire the next painting. It was a pleasant day, not overly warm, but the snow is gone and spring is in the air.
The spring run off cut a swathe across the stony beach on its way to the sea and it was flowing fast around larger rocks, creating great movement and light, just what I needed. I love the light play across the colours of these rocks as the water moves over them. Maybe a painting in its future, though quite complex.
The surf was fairly calm for the Atlantic and I only had to jump out of the way once or twice when it warned me that I was getting to close.
Each trip to the shore reveals new inspiration for drawings and paintings. I am lucky to have the ocean on my doorstep. Another of my favourite poems by Pablo Neruda - Leaning into the Afternoons. The film, the language, the music, all paint a better image than I ever could with paints. That sound of gulls is so evocative of the ocean. I know it in my sleep, I hear it every day. Neruda was a genius with words.