Pablo Picasso said, “Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life.”
He wasn’t wrong.
As I’ve said before, when I’m beavering away at some artwork, time just doesn’t exist… I’m in the zone… I’m in flow… particularly when I’m painting as opposed to doodling away at digital arty stuff.
There are few things that melt time away for me… I guess that’s why I got hooked on art… the very first time I had a go at a painting… I somehow got in touch with myself…
… but there’s something else that does that for me…
… and that’s the sea.
I could sit and look out over the sea for ever and just lose myself in the sheer magnificence of it.
… and that just what I did a couple of times last weekend.
Whether it’s rough or calm… whatever season… it doesn’t matter.
Last Saturday morning I took my Furry Son and we headed down to my favourite spot on the beach and sat on a rock, with Furry Son sitting next to me… and we both just gazed at the sheer beauty.
The sea was just so calm. I’d never seen it so calm. Not a single while frothy curl to any wave at all. The water was just gently sloshing on the beach.
You know that scene… where a young gal, usually dressed in something long, white, white and flouncy, lays in a boat on a pond… her hand hanging over the side as she lazily sloshes it around… well, the sea was like that. Like a
big puddle… totalyy calm…
Furry Son and I just sat there… just taking it in.
I don’t know what it is about the sea, but it just drains all the stress from me completely.
Perhaps it’s the negative ions pinging from it like a behemoth of an ionizer… discharging all the stress away… grounding or earthing me…
“… washing away the dust of everyday life…”
Next day, the Lady Wife, Furry Son and I did it again together…
We just sat there… not a word was spoken but we were communicating as one… the same channel of unspoken communication… words would have been irrelevant…
Last Christmas day we went to the beach.
We’d been to church earlier; the first time since moving to our new home.
The Lady Wife wanted to check out the architecture as she’s a designer, and I wanted to remind Big G that I’m still around and just to say “Hi”.
So within the space of a couple of hours we went from Heaven level… to sea level… but heaven was still there…
… on the beach.
Bliss.
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