Thursday 10 May 2018



I love the mountains but I love the sea more. The sea is like an old acquaintance, someone you've known long but not met in a while, someone you don't get to meet often; but then when you do, the familiarity comes rushing back.....the warm salt smell, the well remembered voice's inflection, the Viridian hue where the sun rays fall, the turn of the lips in a smile, the white foam's dance on the green wave's edge, the old shared memories, the crunchy sand sinking under your feet.....

This one is a watercolour copied from an original painting by Maria Raczynska.

Your feedback will be appreciated deeply, straight from the 💓

PS I am fully aware that the drawing of the boat has turned out to be rather juvenile.....😝
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