I don’t find myself heading north very often, but found myself at 7am today on this beautiful beach at Urenui, half an hour from my home town. It was calm and the sun had just appeared and I was in awe of the reflections and the rock formations. I felt inspired for the first time in quite a while and that was a great feeling. .
A new painting. Titled “The weight of water”
Inspired by the black sand, the blue sea and the light shifting on both, where I live.
I hope you like it.
Some close up images below….
The cliffs around this part of the country are old. Not ancient perhaps, as we are after all a relatively new country in the wider scheme of land formation and the like. But the rocks are old still and they are beaten daily by the relentless tides, winds and weather. They have a primitive, raw feeling about them and you feel as though you might be the very first person to touch them.
It’s a surreal feeling to find yourself on an isolated beach…just you, the rocky cliff face and the sea moving toward you. You feel momentarily like an explorer, a discoverer of new lands. You feel powerful and exhilarated and as you look at the huge cliffs and endless sea, somehow also strangely tiny and irrelevant.
Summer doesn’t get any better than a nice summer hot of 31 degrees (Celsius), a cloudless sky, a golden sandy beach, the bluest sea, white lazy waves and a chalky white island in the distance…
I have been back in Hawkes Bay on the eastern side of New Zealand. This image is from the breathtakingly gorgeous Waimarama Beach.
Lazy summer days are great for relaxing and recharging…but one can only relax for so long and I have found myself itching to get back to my city base and get going with loads of ideas for another book, an exhibition and setting up my own gallery this year…!
The thing about beaches is that they always surprise you. They are always changing. The tides move and leave water marks, the sands change in the light, wind and birds leave marks on the sand, the time of day, the cloud and light shifting, the weather and the seasons all affect the view. It is always different and always stunning at dusk.
It wasn’t even five o’clock. But that’s winter for you. We had rain, wind, early darkness and then through the dark clouds a final defiant burst of sunlight just as it tipped below the horizon…a little reminder that after the rain the sun will always come, in life and in weather.
It was the strangest sunset. The sky was pale blue still with low dark stormy clouds on the horizon. And just at that one clear place where the sky meets the sea…there was a tiny thin sliver of brilliant red – one red thin line. My image blurs the effect to a certain extent, but I like the effect regardless…the shifting light, the land, sea and sky shapes, the hint of the magical.
He was supposed to be chocolate. There was a chocolate bunny. But he had somehow disappeared with only the faint traces of chocolate crumbs left behind. So, instead, here is a photo of a much loved white porcelain bunny. Still very cute, but definitely not chocolate!
Easter… Such a mixed holiday….for some, it is a deeply religious observation, for others it signifies a four day public holiday – a break from routine and a chance to spend precious time with family and friends. For others (in the northern hemisphere) it signals the start of spring and end of winter (hence the lambs, chicks and baby rabbit imagery…?). For us in New Zealand, Easter is often officially the last long weekend of summer or alternately, a sign that winter and rain is already on its way (depending on how lucky we are with good weather over Easter…)
While everyone has different views/traditions/beliefs/ideas on the four day Easter Observation / Public Holiday and what it is mainly about and how they observe it….everyone I know seems to agree that Easter is about food and family. Specifically, eating chocolate and warm, scented and tasty Hot X buns, and about family get together’s around a big table having Easter lunch, or enjoying a final end-of-summer bbq.
For our family, its a combination of all of the above. The Easter Egg Hunt being a highlight for the children. But any celebration that involves eating chocolate and spending time together, especially by the beach, is all right by me.
The beach was deserted. Not a human in sight. Just one black dog and racing up and down the beach, in and out of the waves, without a care in the world, chasing seagulls with seemingly unlimited energy and joy. The seagulls laughing at him it seems….they wait until he gets close, then quickly they fly away, taunting him with their squawks.