Image - Luanco - author: Luchy Polo
watercolor s / moleskine
If it is true perhaps or because that's why when I'm immersed in the sea I am aware of the mark, so many generations of animals have left in the evolutionary process up to me and I have the feeling that I return to the origin ... ... .... the origin of life ... ... ... the sea.
Yes, it's like when you back home feel that security of the known. Of small import I had not have gills. More big girl now my bathroom are shorter, but with that sense of belonging so intense half is apparently hostile to mankind.
I can not help once the first impression of the temperature change, slowly and diving dive watch what is around me, aware of my surroundings and swell well the lungs (this is good figuratively), then I leave feeling the water running down my face and then get back into the characteristic "Whip" to push to the bottom.
are few minutes that is clear, I can not hide, are mine and mine alone! And I notice that those around me. Then I can come back with all to play, swim, sniff the rocks, ride, the bar, to whatever .... But this contact with the sea is vital for me.
be in the area many times is disturbing. I feel more confident when my ears notice the change in pressure and have to compensate, the sound is deafening and the light is sieved passing through the liquid medium.
The effect of seawater, but the breeze, but the feel of the sand is the best lift I know or creams, or inventions or anything, my face relaxes and turns out my self. Heh, heh do I have to live in the sea? Well, probably.
been a long time since I drew marine affairs. I used to do during the race, when illustrating the profiles of the coast, with different lines where lie the bodies, quick notes with a sense of artistic location.
I leave today This is fast and reflects mainly the color of these structures which by this time make room on the sand.
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