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The sea and beach of my Atlantic Coast childhood is sharp in my memory – people packed towel to towel; dueling radios; family and friends; hotdogs and Good Humor bars; blistering sunburns and waves to be jumped, not ridden.
The seas and shores in my series "DOWN TO THE SEAS AGAIN" are altogether different. These are day dreams and fragments – whispers, not shouts; cool air and quiet moments, not blazing sun and hard childhood play; strangers, not family. The beach of my childhood no longer exists. My parents and grandparents no longer sit under an umbrella, watching. I am free to create a new beach for myself – one that I choose to observe from a distance. Now I watch. |
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