'Through the trees, to the ocean' By Jessie Beard
‘Through the trees, to the ocean’
After a restless nights’ sleep, my body craved the winter sun even more than the coffee I was walking to retrieve with my baby. She smiled and absorbed our natural surroundings from the bush to the beach, of which I have appreciated for so many years. I am always grateful to call this place home. Taking just a few steps over from my usual path prompted me to peer out to the ocean between the trees, this might just be my new favourite viewpoint.
80 x 50cm
Acrylic, oil pastel, wax pastel on linen. Framed in Raw American ash
‘Through the trees, to the ocean’
After a restless nights’ sleep, my body craved the winter sun even more than the coffee I was walking to retrieve with my baby. She smiled and absorbed our natural surroundings from the bush to the beach, of which I have appreciated for so many years. I am always grateful to call this place home. Taking just a few steps over from my usual path prompted me to peer out to the ocean between the trees, this might just be my new favourite viewpoint.
80 x 50cm
Acrylic, oil pastel, wax pastel on linen. Framed in Raw American ash
‘Through the trees, to the ocean’
After a restless nights’ sleep, my body craved the winter sun even more than the coffee I was walking to retrieve with my baby. She smiled and absorbed our natural surroundings from the bush to the beach, of which I have appreciated for so many years. I am always grateful to call this place home. Taking just a few steps over from my usual path prompted me to peer out to the ocean between the trees, this might just be my new favourite viewpoint.
80 x 50cm
Acrylic, oil pastel, wax pastel on linen. Framed in Raw American ash
