Of Salt and Sand, Vacation Part 1

We human kind consider ourselves creatures of the land, even though our first existence was one of liquid. Maybe those first slow, quiet months of awakening are the reason that we now, as a whole, crave to be submerged in water. The reason we find ultimate peace in the salty embrace of ocean water, or the warmth of a bath.

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We camped in Charleston, on the opening days of our vacation. I’d been craving the beach for months.

It was a Saturday, and the beach was populated by bathers, and later, by a wedding party. We went on a long walk, the damp sand working the tiredness of hours out of my feet. Later I went for a swim alone. Nature has always seemed like a quiet, wise old friend to me. Somehow it belongs to me, it’s personal. Swimming takes you away from the world, brings the thoughts of your mind to the forefront, to be heard. I paddled about in the salty water, the sun glinting brightly on the water, on my wet face. The breeze was warm. Out in the deeper water, a fishing boat waited patiently for a catch. In the surf, a stunningly beautiful dark-skinned woman stood talking to a woman who looked as if a marble statue from the Met had come to life and escaped to the beach.

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I took some pictures, with paintings in mind. I took some pictures, of my sweet boys, who are just making friends with the world.

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About marylekoshereillustrated

I remember pressing Silly Putty on the "Funnies" and peeling it back to see Charlie Brown printed on the putty. I remember my love of Disney animated movies. And Curious George. I remember family outings to the library and coming home with half the children's book section. And here I am, as a married woman, an adult if you will, with a fine collection of Calvin and Hobbes, Foxtrot, Peanuts, the list goes on... I've been a cartoonist (only a little one) and I've taken to creating my own children's books (yet to be published). Maybe someday a child will go to a library and come home with my artwork. Art is a beautiful thing. I feel blessed being a part of it. My work will take up a lifetime. Being an artist is inseparable from life. You're born one, like it or not. So welcome to my blog. Welcome to my world, illustrated.

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