I once had the sea,
my world was blue, azure, and aquamarine
the color in my eyes reflected it's hue
and my soul the beauty beyond my shores.
Knowing this dream was to be bittersweet
another sea called me home.
I again have the sea
my world is green and lush,
my eyes reflect the homeland.
Green, the shores of my ancestry,
my soul unites with their history
and bonds this dream
to be by the sea and
I am home,
my sea is green.
Collecting oil paintings of the ocean is my way of keeping Florida with me at all times. Family matters pulled me from her shores a few years ago, but reflecting back, Iowa is my root and it's attributes, I am all too familiar with, so it remains my soul mate...however, Florida and the ocean are never far from my mind and I know someday I will return, but for now I collect the sea around me with shells and jars of sand...if I could only bottle that salty air that swallows me whole the minute I drive over the state line...ahhh, the over-active imagination...everybody needs one, aye...
