In the midst of winter, I long to sketch by the sea.
- from my 2022 sketch book. © ⚓ “But where, after all, would be the poetry of the sea were there no wild waves?” Joshua Slocum, Sailing Alone Around the World Like my great-great grandfather, I find poetry in the wild waves of the sea. I find it, too, on sunny days in the sea-foam of waves that echo the color and shape of cumulus clouds above. When I returned to Massachusetts from Alaska during the pandemic, I lived near Plum Island. When life’s busy work schedule granted me a few hours to pack my car with a beach chair, small cooler and art supplies, I headed to the shore of the Atlantic Ocean to sketch. Sketching is visual poetry. It is something I am looking forward to doing much more this summer after I relocate from the interior of Alaska to the West Coast. See some of my sketches from my 2022 sketchbook below: © No matter what time of the day or where I sat, seagulls just stood right in front of my beach chair attempting to block my view ...
