Reaching Toward the Heavens

“Reaching Toward the Heavens”              12” x 18”        $250        © Sharon Lewis

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If I could, I would always live by the water. I grew up by the ocean and my early memories are of the soothing, rhythmic sounds of the waves. The beach was my playground where there was always something new and interesting that the sea had uncovered.

            However, my beach looked nothing like this. There were no rocks unless humans had brought them in to form a jetty and the sand was a soft yellow, not the dark gray of this cove. This cove was also a lot more peaceful, with no children screaming with delight, no big waves, just the quiet, gentle, rhythmic lapping of the water. Ahhhhhh.

            Happy Weekend!

 

Softly, Softly That Last Light

“Softly, Softly That Last Light”       12” x 18”       Pastel        $250    © Sharon Lewis

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            Remembering this beautiful place, with gorgeous views, cool breezes, and wonderful places to walk. There were farms to explore, with mildly curious cows, woods to walk through with interesting stone arches and this beautiful view of Loch Linnhe. Hoping to visit Scotland again in the not too distant future.

            Happy Weekend!

Hope is a Dream of Time

“Hope is a Dream of Time ”    12” x 18”      Pastel           $250       © Sharon Lewis

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I’ve borrowed my title from a poem by Carl Sandberg, “Hope is a Tattered Flag”.

I’ve been feeling a little more optimistic now that we’re hopefully going to have a vaccine approved and distributed. It’s a positive change after so many months of news that seems always to get worse and worse. To brighten up your day, I want to share just a little bit of the poem:

 

Hope is a tattered flag and a dream of time.
Hope is a heartspun word, the rainbow, the shadblow in white
The evening star inviolable over the coal mines,
The shimmer of northern lights across a bitter winter night,
The blue hills beyond the smoke of the steel works,
The birds who go on singing to their mates in peace, war, peace,
The ten-cent crocus bulb blooming in a used-car salesroom,
The horseshoe over the door, the luckpiece in the pocket,
The kiss and the comforting laugh and resolve—
Hope is an echo, hope ties itself yonder, yonder.
The spring grass showing itself where least expected,
The rolling fluff of white clouds on a changeable sky….

Happy Weekend!

Cove at Ecola

“Cove at Ecola”         Pastel             12” x 18”         $250          © Sharon Lewis
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            Ecola State Park is a beautiful area with picnic tables high on a bluff overlooking this cove. It’s also a great place to hike through tall, cool woods, or spend a couple of hours on a gorgeous beach. We were so lucky that we got beautiful, sunny, cool weather for our picnic and hike here.

            Happy Weekend!

Emerald Waters

“Emerald Waters”      Pastel       12” x 18”       $250     © Sharon Lewis
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I’m always fascinated by how the color of the sea changes in sometimes subtle and sometimes dramatic fashion, depending on where you are. In this area of the coast, so often the sea appeared almost an emerald green, with the sand varying between a warm peach and a cool pink. The contrast between the water and the beach was so beautiful! I also love the lighthouse just visible at the end of this strip of land.

Day is Done

“Day is Done”     Pastel       12” x 18”       $250     © Sharon Lewis

 

            Down the road from our favorite place to eat out when we’re in Maine is a beautiful cove with absolutely beautiful sunsets. It also has an awful lot of mosquitoes. So, if I want to get the best photos to paint from, I need to stand still with lots of visits from very determined mosquitoes. I think the view is worth it, don’t you?

            Happy Weekend!

All That’s Best of Dark and Bright

“All That’s Best of Dark and Bright”       Pastel          15" x 20"           $250         © Sharon Lewis
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             I happen to love the poem “She Walks in Beauty” so with apologies to its long dead author, Lord Byron I borrowed a phrase from it to use as my title. Every time I read this poem I can see vivid images in my mind.  I think my favorite line is the first: “She walks in beauty, like the night of cloudless climes and starry skies…..”         

            While cloudless climes might be nice, this sky was filled with beautiful clouds catching the light of the sun as it faded from view. I can hear the sea gulls crying good night with the sound of the wind rolling across the water. Ahhh, peaceful.