“the pulse of colour flooded the bay with blue, and the heart expanded with it and the body swam”
“And when he came to the sea the water was quite purple and dark blue, and grey and thick, and no longer so green and yellow, but it was still quiet. And he stood there…” Virginia Woolf
In winter you can experience how dusk arrives in a blink of an eye. While I walked to the beach, it was still daytime. I arrived, and the blue velvet twilight awaited.
“…it’s the blue that lasts.” Virginia Woolf
This summer a project called “Seabed 2030” was born. 100 ships will stroke all of the ocean floor with the most up to date technologies. For the first time.
I look up, and there they are. Palm trees of the northern seas – the pines. Ascending straight towards the sun. No compromises, just a confident backbone.
I love to relocate the words I find in my sea books to the seaside. I put them in my pocket, go down to the sea and learn to see.
To peek the sea. It is ever-changing, If it is Homer’s wine-dark, or Joyce’s snotgreen or maybe Brodsky’s gray zincous waves are forever dashing?
“I am made and remade continually.”
“I am rooted, but I flow. All gold, flowing..”