Thursday, March 18, 2010
I thought it had been three weeks, but it's nearly a month and a half since I've drawn anything. That must be why I feel strange. Too busy to draw isn't really an option. The beach is my boyfriend. I'll never get over the water reaching the shore; the way it hugs the rocks and sustains tiny creatures. Tipping over stones and holding crabs, finding washed up jellyfish and returning horseshoe crabs to shore...who's gonna do that when I'm gone? I will be able to talk to the people I miss when I don't live here anymore but I doubt anyone will hold up the phone to the waves.