I would go beachcombing every day and look for driftwood bleached like old bones, sea glass and pale shells and the myriad other things which the sea leaves as gifts for the curious. Because I miss the sea; the smell of it, the roar and swish of the waves, sunlight and storms and the cry of sea birds. So I paint it and talk about it and wait.
This is another oil pastel piece and I love the cheerfulness of the little red beach house, it reminds me of Moomins.
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