The cool fresh breeze, the sound of the sea What’s out there is a mystery. High waves, spray and foam, the horizon so still Dead crab, purple urchin, washed up weed Thoughts drift in and out like the tide until ……. SPLASH !
Just blogging about art from my studio in Spain
The cool fresh breeze, the sound of the sea What’s out there is a mystery. High waves, spray and foam, the horizon so still Dead crab, purple urchin, washed up weed Thoughts drift in and out like the tide until ……. SPLASH !
