Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

the boys and the sea



(large on black: http://www.bighugelabs.com/flickr/onbla ... size=large)


the girls and the sea



(large on black: http://www.bighugelabs.com/flickr/onbla ... size=large)


carrying a stance (portable position)


changing your viewpoint

(on black: http://www.bighugelabs.com/flickr/onbla ... 2748232938)

These are simply beautiful. I am drawn by the drama of the sea, but like many places in the other than human world I am intimidated..

but then again, kurt, how much more intimidating than the human drama can anything get...?

Beautiful pictures of the sea, such an ominous sky.

i think i've seen these before...here or in summer art???

these are classic, panta!

that sky... foreboding but yet... yet... it says something... not just some thing but a specific language that speaks in clouds, signals from a beyond where light is transcended by it own light.. doubling the expanse as my eye attempts, follsihly, to capture it allin one fell swoop... i gasp! air.. not simple air but AIR! (capitalized) yes.. the sky gives me the air in colors that somehow warn me but the rushing of the waves drowns out the message .. unclear... garbled as the waves strike the shore... damn! will the message come back? i feel i need to hear that message.. just one more time... i beg the sky and all its mysterious colors that saturate the waters, the shore, the meaning of it all... where does the sky meet the sky... i saw it once... and the message was clear back then... clarity as lean as the chime of an ancient bronze temple bell ringing out across the skies until one bird... yes! one lonely bird, cast it's shadow over my crouched posture feeling the sands moist with salt waters and that smell! yes... there isn't anything close to it... that salty smell engages inspiration to seek whatever it is i, the crouched coyote, need to do... i lift off from the crouching position and spread my arms until they reach the nearest cloud and i massage the ethers from which i shall one day return... i understand... i understand... the message is never heard but felt as waves spill their goodness over my thoughts rushing aimlessly from one to the other without questions... i only live.

thx panta.

thanks, still-t - and i also appreciated your vanished comments about the different ways of boys and girls approaching the sea. you said exactly what i had in mind!

smilegrl, you remember correctly - i had posted two of these before, in the summer jam forum!

cecil! exactly.
the air and the sky, and the threat and the expanse... the light, the foam, the message, the ether. the massage of surf and light. the salt in our eye. the longing for air in our souls! thanks back at you...
(& did you get the photos i sent you? you asked for one of them quite a while ago...)

It seemed like a strange time to go for a swim, but then I decided the storm must be breaking up and moving off.

ecstatic afternoon!
as the sky gets progressively darker
the dramatic north seashore summer afternoon
unfolds and the painterly composed yellow bather caps
resiliant against the forboding encroaching storm
but not here yet
set up the lifeguard stand
la tempesta se fue

is this a photoogragh, coloured
it is magical

wow!!!

Very impressive.