A Beautiful Day

“A Beautiful Day”        8” x10”      Pastel           $75        © Sharon Lewis

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             There’s probably never a time when I would turn down going to the beach. After all, I grew up on the east coast where some of my best memories are exploring the beach with my brothers and sisters. We’d overturn rocks much like these to see if we could discover worms for fishing or pick up soldier crabs on the shore just to see what was inside. I also remember never getting tired of looking at the sky for there were always amazing clouds overhead.

            Hope you see some beautiful skies this weekend!

 

A Day at the Beach

“A Day at the Beach”             Pastel            8” x 10”               $75                © Sharon Lewis
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            Many of my colleagues and students (and me) are experiencing quite a bit of stress as we work our way to the end of the semester, and of course the cold, wet, and dreary weather isn’t helping. This is when I find an active imagination and a bit of creative license are helpful. I am imagining a nice warm beach with a bit of a breeze as you can see by the clouds. You have a great book to read or are just gazing out into the distance over the beautiful blue sea which is reflecting the gorgeous sky above. Ahhhhh.....I’m feeling more relaxed already.

Happy Weekend!

In the Lead

“In the Lead”                 Pastel             9” x 12”       $100       © Sharon Lewis
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It’s the crazy time of year again…when my students and my colleagues and I are stressed out with all of the end of semester work. This is quite possibly why I’ve been painting sailboats lately. They tend to remind me of one of my favorite poems, “Sea Fever” by John Masefield.

For all of my tired, hard-working friends and students, two stanzas from this poem:

I must down go to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.

I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull’s way and the whale’s way, where the wind’s like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over.

Happy Weekend!