The Vagrant Gypsy Life

A hot day, a quick drawing, and remembering a poem from my childhood…slowly line by line it came back to me.

I Must Go Down to the Sea

I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,
And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea’s face and a grey dawn breaking.

I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.

I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull’s way and the whale’s way where the wind’s like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over.

– John Masefield


By the Sea

I can never shake the uncontrollable urge to travel.  I just spent a month of intensive work in the studio, and after painting for 8 hours a day, I had no desire to get out and draw.  Traveling, drawing, writing and getting new energy from unexplored places is vital to my life as an artist.  So…I booked a one way ticket, packed a bag and found myself here, on the northern coast of California.  The sea is beautiful, and the sound of the gulls reminds me of Istanbul.  I realized today, as I perched on a rock with my sketchbook, how much I miss being so close to the water.  I am usually not interested in drawing landscape, unless it involves figures or buildings, but the rocks jutting out of the water in this cover were enticing, and I was very happy with my little drawing.