Back To West Island

This morning the sky was grey, and it pushed around the moisture in the air just enough to get inside your skin to chill you. The water agitated up to a modest chop. The sounds of the water, wind and sea grass drowned out anything mulling about in my brain. It allowed me to push back thoughts of work, impending deadlines and other grey clouds inside me. It felt great to get out in the weather and draw.

4 drawings, conte, pencil & gesso on panel 10"x10"