It happens a lot that I draw or paint water. It always seemed to calm me down. Whenever I’m in stresful situation, somehow I imagine myself surrounded by water.
Sometimes drowning, sometimes walking into ocean, or just letting my body (in my mind) to go with the flow of the river.
I find peace and relief when I hear the sound of the sea.
When I was a child, doctor told my parents that I should swim a lot for my backbone. So every week my grandfather took me to the swimming pool. Soon he was kind of celebrity there, cause of his open nature and sense of humour. He sligthtly flirted with lady who sold tickets, made buddies with lifeguards and instructors.
I remember that the swimming pool had big windows. I remember that my grandfather took walks around the building when I was swimming and always cheered me from the other side of the wall.
I had also lots of great memories with the sea from my adult life.
My first vacations with A. and feeling crazy in love.
Lazyness of greek beach and snorkling in warm water.
New Years Eve and hot wine on a cold sand of Baltic sea shore.
Crystal waters surrounding Thailand on our honeymoon.