I was fascinated by the tides of the North Sea, I still am. When the waves retreat, they leave traces - grains of sand and sea shells frozen in their intention to follow, to roll into the sea.
For a month in June I tried to study these traces - set a little exercise for myself, an excuse to go to the sea every day. Despite a relatively warm (for Scotland) weather, the wind from the sea was still pretty strong and cold, so it made it quite difficult to stand and draw for 45 minutes. Fingers frozen, the waves intending to retrace their steps, to take back what remained, sand turning into a mirage.
For a month in June I tried to study these traces - set a little exercise for myself, an excuse to go to the sea every day. Despite a relatively warm (for Scotland) weather, the wind from the sea was still pretty strong and cold, so it made it quite difficult to stand and draw for 45 minutes. Fingers frozen, the waves intending to retrace their steps, to take back what remained, sand turning into a mirage.