My daughter was home for a few days during the week ......
The first thing she asked was that we head home to our hills via the beach, she wanted to get her feet in the sand and smell the salt, have that wind brush away the urban grit. We live so close to the beach and yet I am so often reluctant to head down amongst the crowds. During the week however, with the wind blowing and the sky overcast, many of the beaches along our coast are almost empty. I love those times best. Sea foam and silverlight. Tide marks. Times shared and remembered along the shore.
This is a book I made a couple of years ago - a large 60cm x 24cm book, embossed and framing some of the work I have done with shells and beach debris. For me, the process of letting go of the drawings and working with the marks has been something I have been learning, and trusting more often. The gesture, the mark ..... rather than revealing all the details.