What color is the off-season on the sea strand?
Sometimes it happens so that one fine day you come to the seaside and suddenly fall out of time as you stand on a foggy shore while sea waters are drowsily swaying over the sand.
Fishing boats and nets are dreaming on the coast and waiting on the next time when they take the sea.
It seems as if a sudden descent of fog, like a spell, froze over these toilers the moment they were stepping out of the sea as the shift completed.
Hopes, expectations, dreams, plans, all having been put off to give place to the mist limbo that spilled over the coast. As you enter the territory your sense of time kind of gets lost. This mist is like another dimension in which your ordinary reality exists only as reflection in a drop of a foggy dew.
You are no longer sure what brought you here, or what you were about to do next. All reasons now are no more than faint echoes from afar.
Then at some point all usual senses merge, letting in an overall feeling of spiritual comfort and harmony. And you feel like entering the unknown terrain. This is the moment when inspiration takes over your mind… However, it is quite possible that this is just an effect on your mind you are getting from the negatively charged ions in the air, after all.
This way or another, color scheme suggested by the fog inevitably appears on my next up-cycled pieces, something you can put on and wear your memories of the Spring mist on the Fishing Shore close to your heart…
Once in a while you just feel urged to break away from spatial-temporal routine to find yourself in a place where there is none, where one can ruminate with no distraction. For me stepping into the mist on the Fishing Shore will be entering one of those places. Because the mist is not here to confuse and disorient, it rather gives an opportunity to sink through the confusion and gain clarity. Follow your arrow and you’ll get there.