So during my vacations I’ve made lots of sketches. I’ve been camping, saw seaside and walked by the lakes.
I had it all.
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.
Always got this feeling of unknown danger when it comes to nature.
Each time close contact with forest or sea or lake brings me to the edge where fascination connects with the fear.
It’s huge, it’s strong, it defeats us, it’s beyond our silly cities, silly cars, silly box- apartaments, silly problems. It’s ruthless, silent, not interested in our matters.
Death, birth, mystery, cruelty and beauty.
Nothing made by human can compare to a mountain.
Once I was camping in Alpes, on the edge of the clif, where you couldn’t see a single light of man’s presence. Sky with stars seemed to try to crush us. It was beyond any control.
It’s summer though I didn’t have many occasions to experience this time of year, because I’m stuck in work.
Even when I had some free time, I’d spend it rather on drawing or painting than getting sunburned on the beach. But no worries, there is some plan for vacations.
I usually go to the seaside where I have family, so I don’t have to think about hotels overbooked in summer.
Right now, living in a big city I spend my weekends on dreaming about empty beaches (that’s why in my opinion the best time to go there is september).
I love northern seas, Baltic sea makes me connect with nostalgy, with my childhood, hot afternoons with insects buzzing like best kind of music, and cold evenings spent on the sand, when you have to use your towel or blanket to cover yourself.
French fries, ice creams, cold fanta, sound of seagulls, wind messing your hair, chilly water, seaweeds between toes, seashells in pockets, searching for amber, sand in your sandwich, insanely sweet soda, skin detaching of your nose. My summer means seaside. I always miss it, always longing. If I couldn’t go to the seaside, it would mean there was no summer.
There are some impressions, have fun 🙂