I went to the Beach House to do a Photoshoot with my quilts. I was struck by the image of the Ladies on the Beach....and recalled the volumes of time I spent there healing my inner body...striving to be whole, again. To feel something other than sorrow and confusion...soaking up the sun, lulled by the sounds of the waves, breathing in the fresh water air...a retreat space from the world.
Seeing my Ladies on the shore and me walking around...it was surreal.
Going back in time or forward into the future. The Beach hadn't changed, but the woman who was walking her shores had come along way.
It is no wonder why I love to do Beach Scenes...and to have images of women who are bold, bright, passionate...courageous.
I am so grateful for all the days and hours spent along this shore.
Writing myself back into power...in nature.
In one of my quilts, I depicted a log that resembles one along this beach, with its broken limbs. You can't see it in this picture, but it is a close match, down to the rocky shore...
The quilts seemed to be at home on this shore, like me. A homecoming of sorts...a familiar feeling, with the world slipping away, and all that was remaining was this shore.
Maybe more like a reunion, as Art and Nature mixed.
And, the empty quiet unused Beach House sat...remembering when...laughter, kids...books, games...endless days of play, now waiting.
Just as we use to come and flop upon its porch, my quilts now rested there. Kayaks waiting, benches posed...
Instead of beach towels, my quilts were hung...
The bright colors....bringing life.
Where woman and nature dance together in harmony...The days of being a beach bum fondly remembered...and recalling its healing balm when I needed it the most. The days spent writing, doing yoga, watching the sunrise, the loons...
I believe nature and places are there and it is up to us to see and feel them...it always feels like a mutual emotion of gratitude, between me and the Beach House.
I thought I went to the beach house to use her as a backdrop, but instead it seems she was the focal point and the quilts secondary...or as one puts it eye candy. Her presence is so large to me...an overwhelming feeling.
Is it the past memories?
Or good bye...
Like revisiting a wise old woman...
Time and changes stand between us.
I wonder if her and I will spend time together in our future....
Will her shores enlighten another? Will she be a refuge from the world?
Her beauty is indeed, in the eye of the beholder...
