STORM STROLL
It is the tingling feeling of sand that slips between my toes. It is the nurturing of family that gathers, exchanging stories of travel or tales of work and love punctuated by laughter and the ever-present rushing of wave after wave arriving at the shoreline. It is the knowledge that the waves will never stop, that there is a constancy to life that I feel in my bones, despite circumstances which come and go.
This is the beach.
This is my home.
16” x 20” oil on canvas, unframed
It is the tingling feeling of sand that slips between my toes. It is the nurturing of family that gathers, exchanging stories of travel or tales of work and love punctuated by laughter and the ever-present rushing of wave after wave arriving at the shoreline. It is the knowledge that the waves will never stop, that there is a constancy to life that I feel in my bones, despite circumstances which come and go.
This is the beach.
This is my home.
16” x 20” oil on canvas, unframed
It is the tingling feeling of sand that slips between my toes. It is the nurturing of family that gathers, exchanging stories of travel or tales of work and love punctuated by laughter and the ever-present rushing of wave after wave arriving at the shoreline. It is the knowledge that the waves will never stop, that there is a constancy to life that I feel in my bones, despite circumstances which come and go.
This is the beach.
This is my home.
16” x 20” oil on canvas, unframed
