Many summer days were spent pondering my girlish thoughts among the clams, oysters, and seaweed in stinky blackened muddy sand. Many of my friends would get a boat before they got a car and the fishing village we called home is still a commercial fishing port. Many of the families in this community are still fishing in the family boats that head to Alaska in the summer months. My brother did this too. The fisherman's heritage is strong here.
I find a great sense of God at the beach! It brings me such inner peace and reminds me of the Almighty power of the Lord I serve. The force of waves and wind married with the smallest creatures and beautiful diversity! Ah I never tire of it!
Here is a bit of art to represent my love of the beach. This is painted raw canvas with Layers of Color Sea Life stamp, ephemera shell images decoupaged to the canvas, I also added pearlized powder for a little underwater glitz!
10 comments:
Fabulous choice to use canvas! I love the raw edge, the color combination and the gorgeous seashell. The recall of your memories was beautifully written, it really adds to your marvelous artwork!
I thoroughly enjoyed hearing of your memories of childhood and the gratitude that you felt living by the sea. This piece certainly captures your love for the power and beauty of the sea. Gorgeous use of canvas!!
Beautiful childhood memories. and a beautiful project! I raised my children in Alaska and we are still a fishing family, landlocked for now in Ohio of all places.
Nancy
Wow this is absolutely brilliant.
Amazing creation. Love it.
Its beautiful.
Wow, what a fabulous piece of art - I´m highly impressed by this creation !
it's a wonderful canvas ! great job ! fab shell ! I live in the border of the sea ! A little island : Corse (Corsica) in the méditerranéenne sea ! A island of France
what a wonderful piece of art ... and thanks for sharing your private story :-))
This is such a gorgeous piece!! I really loved to read your post about your childhood memories.
Wow...great piece... and a great blog x
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