Sea-sick

 

I’m not home-sick, because I am at home. What I am is sea-sick, in the same way as home-sick works.  I  miss it. I miss it because I am feeling blue.  When I’m low, I need the sea to bring me home to me.  I don’t want to be on it, I am a land lubber, but I want to immerse myself in the zenness of it.  Trapped in anxiety and worry about a myriad of domestic trivia, I want to escape to the vastness of the ocean and the sky.  Its what makes the world realisable to me.  In the reality that I am in the middle of the U.K., and unlikely to be seeing the  sea for some time, I have reverted to the next best thing – memory and photographs.  Just playing with these images in Photoshop nudges me back into feeling some sort of creative thrust. I think the current preferred term is ‘flow’.  I I’ll go with that. Go with the flow. Nice.

 

 

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