Go where you’re happiest
Recently I came across a newspaper piece that mentioned a common French expression: Vous allez trouver votre place. You will find your place. The positive, optimistic phrase has stuck in my head. It makes me recall my weekly visits to the beach and how important the water, sand and sun have become to my husband and me in restoring our moods and restocking creative resources. Mostly it’s just fun. During the week, if we walk a little bit away from the boardwalk rides and hotdog stands, the beach becomes quiet and mostly deserted, save for some fishermen and fitness showoffs. We kinda own that beach and it becomes our place for a few hours while we walk along the shore talking about everything and nothing, stopping once or twice to sit on some rocks and take it all in. My camera is always ready to snap pictures as inspiration hits.
So it is that I thank this mother and son for allowing me to borrow their image for this Coney Island seascape. Her expression is filled with the love and hope that she has for her little boy. This guy’s just digging it all and I doubt that he knows that later on tonight, or next week, or next year, that he has options and choices to make that will affect his life. For now, he’s got his feet firmly planted in the surf, he’s sandy and drippy, and he’s found his place.
Arches cold press, 300 lb, 21″ x 14″