"Foam"

Acrylic on canvas

60 x 60 cm

2020

The wind drives the waves running far over the flat beach. Keep going towards the dune. The beach is wide, but the way, the solid sand is getting less and less. Spray mountains, like dry desert bushes, get smaller and smaller past you and eventually lie and go away. Sometimes I think I'm in the North Sea, icebergs around me. What fun to play with. I'm going to be a child for now. Pick up white cotton balls and blow them into the wind.