Oct 29, 2008

Changing Ocean, Changing Art



SOLD "Getting My Toes Wet", 18" x 24" original oil on canvas by Mary Hubley

Every once in a while, a person needs to take a walk on the beach, breathe in the salt air, stand at the waters' edge and take in the immensity of the world. The ocean is vast, constantly changing. Such inspiration; every second is recreated into something new. I am overwhelmed by such power. I walk back to sit on the dry sandy dunes, and gaze up at the cumulus formations dancing across the far horizon. I'm lulled by the sun's sweet warmth and the sound of the gentle surf.

I come here when I need new direction. Nature is my great spirit guide. It is the master of change, and always gives me perspective when I am looking for guidance.

Today, I realize I'm achieving the goals I'd set for myself a couple of years ago. I never thought I'd get to this place in my life, and I'm loving it. It hasn't taken me long. But to continue my bliss, I cannot simmer here for too long, because good things go rancid quickly. I'm a traveler in life. Once I reach a destination, I must have a new one to work toward.

So, I listen. The ocean whispers to me -- it says, "dream large." The sky says, "make your creations dance." The breeze and warm sun smile at me. They say, "have great joy. Close your eyes. Enjoy simple pleasures." The immensity and power of the place remind me, "large dreams require much work." I feel refreshed. The world's strength is my own, and I travel on. While I'm still not sure exactly the direction I'll travel just yet, I do know how I'll do it --I'll travel powerfully and create large, dancing joy in my future.

Oct 10, 2008

August Shells



SOLD "August Shells", 22" x 28" original oil on canvas by Mary Hubley


Small treasures that wash up on our beaches are such a incredible opportunity for art. I have always been one of those people who walk down the beach, hunched over, squatting, picking up and discovering new treasures. There's such a magic display of wonder at our feet. I am a beach comber. I swoon at the menagerie of scallop shells with ridged fans, soft pink moonshells with their deep pockets (which sometimes house visiting hermit crabs), bleached white clam shells, and even broken remains of mystery crustaceans. All of these wonderful seashells endeavor to place themselves at my feet, as if they were destined to find a great spot on the beach to hold their daily parade of sandy wonder.