I live on the coast, or so it seems some of the time. We are actually on this huge estuary and the tide violently sweeps in and out over the mudflats. Islands appear, many becoming reachable on foot. A vast underwater landscape is revealed. Along the expansive coastline, dark bands of colour appear where the water relentlessly returns; this line appearing so awkward, seemingly mis-placed halfway up the rocky shores.
I’ve been thinking today about how so much of our world is underwater. This idea presents a parallel to our personalities, or our memory vs reality. So much is often hidden beneath the surface.
I drew this thinking of those curious worlds, sunken typically to make way for hydro-electric schemes. It has the same appeal of the desert village. Maybe even more appeal, as it is not easily visited. In this dark and murky world, your imagination can take hold and it can become something altogether fantastic and different. Or perhaps terrifying.
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