There is something mysterious about seaglass. Pieces of broken dreams and memories - tumbled and massaged by the sea, sand and time into something magical.
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| My Great Grandma Mary, My Gram, Wanda and my Mom |
I am currently obsessed with the ocean. Our impending closing on the beach house is to blame, I know. But I can't help it. I spent the day Sunday painting a yard of PFD Kona cotton with every shade of blue I could find - dyes, Lumiere paint, acrylic paint and inks. No plan - just laying down colors. It felt good.