Time: 3 hours and 26 minutes
I painted this for a poem I wrote, but didn’t illustrate it until a competition came out in the local newspaper requesting a short story about the ocean and summertime.
Considering I had been putting it off, I took the hint and got around to painting it 😉
You can read the poem below.
I am a child of summer,
With salt on my skin, and a main of the sea.
I am a child of autumn,
Where youth fades and even time grows old,
Leaves dropping into the bay I have so come to love,
And being sucked away to distant lands, where stars fall…
I am a child of winter, and of storm-trodden tides,
Where rain lashes down in sheets & spirals—
Only to fall silent in the deepest depths, adrift within the waves.
There is peace in the darkness, where the sun seldom reaches land,
Occasionally, staring up from the bottom, I may find a shimmer of light,
As a dying star races into the sea’s watery gaze,
Only to douse itself as the end of time is reached.
To venture near a surface now encrusted with ice,
I press my hands, hot against it’s sorrow and silence,
Looking to go where lights play across the sky…
The flicker of rainbow as all we know stops,
And freezes over.
I am a child of spring—
How long I did sleep, I’ll never know.
I wake as ice thaws, fresh upon the ground,
And lands warm in the heat of a new sun.
Streams cut their way across this strange earth,
Moving glaciers where they once stood still,
Testing the fragile waters of eternity.
Icicles drip unto new worlds, green and lush with promised growth,
Life, of the kind I have not seen for aeons…
The enduring rainbows, as they ripple across my skin…
I am a child of summer,
But it is a summer that has changed.
No longer can I see the heat,
The withdrawal of all we once knew, as already the tides recede.
No longer can I watch the sun as it beats upon an earth turned brown,
It’s old gaze fiery and hot in it’s excellence.
No longer can I watch the joys of summer recede,
To dull and dreamy autumn, where the last surrenders as the winding of a clock;
Destined to end.
I am winter, and I am silence.
I forget the rainbows as they fade above me,
And sink to the darkest depths of the ocean.
I am peace, and I am darkness;
And here I will remain,
As the ice melts, and the ocean rises,
To be reborn.
The true short story I put together had a more abstract speedpainting of about 60 minutes. The tale itself was quite dark, but I have included both below.
A Sea of Stars:
The ocean’s song washed around me, over me; the kiss of waves lapping gently against the shore, slow, and peaceful, as if timed in a space far greater which only it could understand.