There has been quite a lot of painting happening here the last couple of months. Brushstrokes and thin layers, glazing and blending.
Trying to find the essence of a seascape in a slow build.

The subdued colours of a day with a low sky.
A sky that settles like a whisper in your cupped hands.
A world painted by fog.

This is not the sea but there is a sense of it here in this river. An essence. There was a sea here once. It has left pieces of itself behind.

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© Karen McRae, 2013