Count Waves Crashing
Nothing quite keeps time like the ocean. It’s reliable, predictable the ebb and flow of a constant tide is a natural wonder. Seaside vacations, where bedtime feels reminiscence to our time in the cradle where a persistent rocking was all it took to fall into the deepest, most tranquil sleep. It’s like counting sheep, but instead you could the steady, consistent crash of the ocean against the shore, until you slip away…just like a shell tumbling back into the depths from the safety of the shore.
Blue and teal monochromatic acrylic abstract on wrapped gallery canvas 1.5" deep
12”x12”
2023
Nothing quite keeps time like the ocean. It’s reliable, predictable the ebb and flow of a constant tide is a natural wonder. Seaside vacations, where bedtime feels reminiscence to our time in the cradle where a persistent rocking was all it took to fall into the deepest, most tranquil sleep. It’s like counting sheep, but instead you could the steady, consistent crash of the ocean against the shore, until you slip away…just like a shell tumbling back into the depths from the safety of the shore.
Blue and teal monochromatic acrylic abstract on wrapped gallery canvas 1.5" deep
12”x12”
2023
Nothing quite keeps time like the ocean. It’s reliable, predictable the ebb and flow of a constant tide is a natural wonder. Seaside vacations, where bedtime feels reminiscence to our time in the cradle where a persistent rocking was all it took to fall into the deepest, most tranquil sleep. It’s like counting sheep, but instead you could the steady, consistent crash of the ocean against the shore, until you slip away…just like a shell tumbling back into the depths from the safety of the shore.
Blue and teal monochromatic acrylic abstract on wrapped gallery canvas 1.5" deep
12”x12”
2023
