Sea Gazing

The sea defines us, connects us, separates us. Most of us experience only its edges, our available wilderness on a crowded island - it's why we call our coastal towns resorts -- despite their air of decay.
And although it seems constant, it is never the same. One day the shore will be swept clean, the next covered by weed; the shingle itself rises and falls.
Perpetually renewing and destroying, the sea proposes a beginning and an ending, an alternative to our landlocked state, an existence to which we are tethered when we might rather be set free.

-Philip Hoare
 
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8x8
oil on cradled wood panel
wired, ready to hang