Sunday, 25 January 2015

Devon seas

Well I'm not by the water yet but I'm working from sketches, photos and memories, painting the beautiful Hope Cove, and Cornish big seas, wishing I that was...

Ah... I don't ever really want to paint things other than the light on the waves.

What is it, to love the sea? To need it? What does that even mean?

I've lived away from it most of my life, and perhaps absence makes the heart etc... but when I have lived by it I've felt exactly the same. I feel I can breathe better, my shoulders drop. Something inside me is lighter.

Is it just that I grew up visiting Alderney, where my dad's family come from? Or that I do, in some way, have the sea in my blood? I feel rooted, by water -  and I am home. I feel safe, close to the sea, in the face of whichever mood it is in.

I feel like its in my soul in a way that defines who I am.

I'm desperate to live on a shore again.

I like this quote I found, apparently by John F Kennedy:

'I really don't know why it is that all of us are so committed to the sea, except I think it's because in addition to the fact that the sea changes, and the light changes, and ships change, it's because we all came from the sea. And it is an interesting biological fact that all of us have in our veins the exact same percentage of salt in our blood that exists in the ocean, and, therefore, we have salt in our blood, in our sweat, in our tears. We are tied to the ocean. And when we go back to the sea - whether it is to sail or to watch it - we are going back from whence we came.'

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