I've been dreaming of the summer sea: rolling above - roiling below - lifting and leaving pebbles in layers (who knows how deep) to bake in the sun like salted potatoes. Russets, Red Rouge, Yukon Golds, Peruvian Blues, and Purples - fat, waxy, and round; it's a balancing act walking atop their warm, arched backs in search of the perfect shell.
As the sea tumbles in, they grumble and moan - sounding as if they are tired and a little fed up. As the sea washes out, they seem to have had a change of heart... they're singing! They seem lighter on their feet - more rested and hopeful - as if they are willing to give it another try.
* I sculpted, then painted these pebbles and shells - trying to capture the summer sea.
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This is just too remarkable for words.
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See? No words.
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