"Tidal Marsh" oil and regular pastel,
charcoal, gesso, 9x9", Kathleen Faulkner
It was an adventure. We headed out early.
Muted colors, bird sounds and the smell of salty sea grass hosting billions of organisms.. Standing in the midst of it all, I could hear "it" living, breathing.
I lost my boot but got it back and, once home, pulling it off, I was struck by the blackness of the mud blacker than the darkest farmland dirt almost blue.
"Salt marshes are one of the most biologically productive habitats on the planet, rivaling tropical rain forests." Wikipedia
"A tidal marsh is: soft, sticky, living tissue that grows on you. Once into tidal marshes, you can only extract your person. The mind continues to wander through with long, complicated, sinuous, personal thoughts" Josh Collins 1996
