©Leah McCloskey 2018

©Leah McCloskey 2018

©Leah McCloskey 2018

©Leah McCloskey 2018

©Leah McCloskey 2018

©Leah McCloskey 2018

©Leah McCloskey 2018

It never fails, the soft sounds and lightness of being at the beach have an incredible way of softening me inside so that all the restlessness, crazy-head thoughts, and anxiousness slip away. I turn into a cooked noodle sliding around for a few days in a complete fog wanting to sleep and eat and sleep again. Then I awake and start looking for the colors and objects and scenes that inspire. This year I didn’t bring my sketchbook or watercolors, so I had to deal with my creative pangs in the moment. It was a refreshing way to express myself although it is never enough time. I am grateful for these beautiful days.

©Leah McCloskey 2018

©Leah McCloskey 2018

©Leah McCloskey 2018

©Leah McCloskey 2018

©Leah McCloskey 2018

©Leah McCloskey 2018

©Leah McCloskey 2018