I find I haven’t gone travelling much recently. This makes me think of places I want to go, and things I want to do. Walking on the beach is one of those things.
When I was little, we used to go to the Gower in Wales. Although there were days when it was gloriously sunny, nearly every time we went, there would be a rain storm, or the sky would be grey and the sea frothy and murky. When I think of the beach, that’s normally what I think of.
I tried to put something of that feeling into this picture. Everything is dark, and the fully-clothed man on the left isn’t about to go swimming any time soon. Even though being by the sea is sometimes wet, cold and miserable, I love walking on the beach because of how alive I feel when I’m being buffeted by the wind or spattered by ocean spray. I hope I can go again soon, but until then, I have my paper and pencils.
