It was a cooooold day at the beach. The sun was very deceiving. Still in hibernation bear mode it was difficult to accept being out of doors. I roared at the wind and I moaned and shivered. The wind called back in bone chilling intensity. With every brave new gust another kite surfer found their way into the ocean, dotting the landscape with colorful arcs. Karina wanted to join in and fly away! The ocean floor lay bare before us, with the tide stretched far back away from the land. It mesmerized both us, as we sat and sketched away the play of the light on the shallow puddles left behind. It reminded me of Vancouver, British Columbia on Spanish Banks, where the water leaves the ocean floor bare and walking on the earth feels like walking on the moon -- like walking underwater. I always wonder...where do all those ocean creatures go?....and then if you begin to look closely you can see little breathing holes peeping open and closed in that wet mud-like sandy floor. A human creature meandered by making sand angels and speaking in multiple tongues. Karina chirped along with him and the two shared some words as he figured out he can bend over and see between his legs. Cranky Karina also showed up and was able to find movement in her art....I believe.
Below is my response in water color and metallic pens to what I witnessed at the beach.
- Kayla Hochfelder
Below is my response in water color and metallic pens to what I witnessed at the beach.
- Kayla Hochfelder