#aded

internet find

The days scatterered and clattered about

Like panicked cats

Then there was silence

The nights vaulted high and wide

Like an abandoned opera house

Then there was whispering

The years revolved around worry and wandering

I stuffed rags under the doors to silence the whispers

I fed the cats to make them be still and calm

I changed the track of the years

So now

I really love the way it turned out, although I disagreed with myself several times about how to treat this imagined beach, and i imagined taking the painting in several different directions.

But i decided I didn't need to choose. It's my artwork. I took it in several different directions at once.

I love the expressive wave, and I tucked a smaller, realistic wave underneath it. 

The cloud I began to blend and thought of making realistic, but then changed my mind because I wanted the shell to be the object of focus - it’s like when shell hunting and you see a great find, you don't see the clouds or the sky in the distance. They register like blurs and outlines in our peripherals. The waves, whether you are refusing to register them or not, demand attention with their sound and movement. The beach has been swept smooth and clean. The beach isn’t littered endlessly with perfect shells or even imperfect remnants of shells. 

How fast will the wave sweep the rest back out?

Better grab that shell before the wave reclaims it for the sea!

On my professional website A Dawn Every Day Artist.

Silver clouds above

Silver, wavy morning sound