Looking at a beautiful sea is like looking at a bare canvas you find yourself trying to fuse all of life into that one flat being, feeling a wake of knowing. Knowing that you will never find such mesmerizing air of simplicity and eternal freedom. Nostalgia closes in even if you have never seen the water hitting those very rocks or the feel of the woven fabric against your fingertips, somehow it forms endless memories. Imagination sets in and you create your own past and present in these lasting existences, you envision your mind and body there amongst the calming backdrop of a worldly vision. The very soul of being is what connects us to the simple nature of those tides rolling upon the sand and a paint brush sliding across the white canvas. We see the beauty in grand and minuscule things, which form an everlasting effect on the soul