Between the swish of the sea and the sunlit sand, I found a new kind of peace. Back bowed, hands buried in billions of pebbles, shells and shiny shards the sea has tossed ashore - I could turn hours into a slow, sweet rebellion against the speed of life.
It's a seaside treasure hunt and the only thing that matters is the next small discovery: a perfect spiral, a flash of mother-of-pearl, a sliver of sea glass worn smooth by years of tides... and another... and another....and another.
It's soothing in a way I can't quite put into words.
My thoughts can no longer rummage through my head, as the eyes become the ones that keep rummaging through the sand, sifting grain after grain for that rare glint in the sun. And with every find, my pockets grow heavier, not just with shells, but with small, salt-tinged stories the waves decided to share with me.
I’m grateful for every sunset the sea has let me walk beside her and for every fragment she’s trusted me to keep. May our shared treasure keep growing, tide after tide.
It's a seaside treasure hunt and the only thing that matters is the next small discovery: a perfect spiral, a flash of mother-of-pearl, a sliver of sea glass worn smooth by years of tides... and another... and another....and another.
It's soothing in a way I can't quite put into words.
My thoughts can no longer rummage through my head, as the eyes become the ones that keep rummaging through the sand, sifting grain after grain for that rare glint in the sun. And with every find, my pockets grow heavier, not just with shells, but with small, salt-tinged stories the waves decided to share with me.
I’m grateful for every sunset the sea has let me walk beside her and for every fragment she’s trusted me to keep. May our shared treasure keep growing, tide after tide.
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2025, personal work, gouache on paper
