I'm taking a break from all this medical recuperation and letting my minds wander to the magical beaches of Ireland...where the ocean is wild, the cliffs are rugged and the babies are fearless adventurers in surf and sand. Many thanks to sweet Bridget, an Irish lass with the most photogenic of children in the most beautiful of lands, for allowing the use of her photo at Ballybunion to inspire this piece.
This painting was a lesson in looseness for me. I cannot look up, down or side to side, and can only loosely hold a brush. In order to see anything, I have to be many feet from the paper, which requires me to hold the longest of brushes at the very end of the handle. And yet....I am thoroughly delighted with this painting and the groovy textures which resulted from my own awkwardness.
When I first saw the photo of this wee one facing the sea with her shovel, I gasped a little. She is so small against the wild atlantic backdrop - but that is my fearful adult self speaking. Her stance, facing the sea and armed with a shovel, says determination, bravery and adventure! She's not afraid. The sea calls her, wild divine child, to come and play. And so she does. Let's tag along.