Sunday, March 15, 2009

Sea Fever

I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,
And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea's face and a grey dawn breaking.
I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea gulls crying.
I must go down to the seas again to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull's way and the whale's way where the wind's like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow rover,
And a quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over.

~Sea-Fever by John Masefield~


We have just returned from a glorious and restful week at Edisto Island, South Carolina. We had such a lovely time with bright, warm beach walks, good company and wonderful meals. And I did manage some quick sketches while there as well as gather tons more reference material for future art works. These are a few of the watercolor sketches done at Edisto in my hand.book journal.

10 comments:

Teresa Mallen said...

Your trip sounds delightful Ann! Nothing like getting more reference material. :-) Love the poem - I think we all need a trip to the sea once in a while for a bit of the "vagrant gypsy life"...

Jennifer Rose said...

that shell looks great :D really nice colours to it. I could really see this hanging on the wall to remind someone of the beach.

Eleanor said...

I have long loved that poem, (it's on the bottom of my blog) and your paintings are so evocative, the colours conjure up the smells I grew up with, and that last shell is my childhood right in front of me. Wonderful.
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xx

kazumiwannabe said...

Beautiful drawings! Love all three, they create a great ocean atmosphere!

Lynn said...

Oh, Ann,how lovely! I remember collecting sea shells with my beloved aunt while she recited that poem.

Sarah Ketelaars said...

Lovely poems and i like your shell drawing - nice work.

Margaret Ann said...

What a beautiful collection of art memories and word! :)

Teresa said...

This was so refreshing! I'm feeling a similar pull to Ocracoke.... envisioning sailing into Silver Lake and walking on the pristine shoreline picking up shells. Ah!!!

Thanks for the virtual trip... until I get to Ocracoke this was a nice reminder of the beauty that awaits at the shore.

Mary Timme said...

If I didn't have my mountains, I'd have to have to the sea! Isn't it just a gift to live where you want to be? I think it is such a joy!

rachelhoward said...

Your pictures conjure up the atmosphere perfectly, and thank you for reminding me about a poem I'd forgotten!

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