Everything on the earth bristled, the bramble
pricked and the green thread
nibbled away, the petal fell, falling
until the only flower was the falling itself.
Water is another matter,
has no direction but its own bright grace,
runs through all imaginable colors,
takes limpid lessons
from stone,
and in those functionings plays out
the unrealized ambitions of the foam.
pricked and the green thread
nibbled away, the petal fell, falling
until the only flower was the falling itself.
Water is another matter,
has no direction but its own bright grace,
runs through all imaginable colors,
takes limpid lessons
from stone,
and in those functionings plays out
the unrealized ambitions of the foam.
-'Water' by Pablo Neruda
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| morning session |
Here are some new surf images I've been working on, monoprints and watercolors. I sent them off to the printer yesterday and will have cards soon. Prints and cards are available through my etsy shop.
| evening session |
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| cloud nine |
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| gathering speed |
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| on bended knee |
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| pelican |
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| shore break |
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| trailing mist |
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