The other coast…



“The sea can do craziness, it can do smooth, it can lie down like silk breathing or toss havoc shoreward; it can give gifts or withhold all; it can rise, ebb, froth like an incoming frenzy of fountains, or it can sweet-talk entirely. As I can too, and so, no doubt, can you, and you.”  ~Mary Oliver, A Thousand Mornings

Time spent on the other coast, the one I was born on but barely know. Here, the air is misty and the waves have their own unique rhythm.  The rocks, the colors, the sand, the rugged terrain…they are wildly alluring and moody…A mystery to discover. And yet, this coastal seascape also has elements that feel completely familiar and known…stunningly beautiful…home.

My first real day there, even without the sun on my skin, I felt the usual flood of joy and peaceful calm wash over me as I watched the water roll in and out while safely standing on sand. Not so, the next morning, when, feeling the jet lag, I woke ridiculously early and ran alone high up along the jagged coastline into the fog. The sea was fierce at 7am. Raging a bit and crashing loudly into exposed rock as the tide fought to roll back in. Misty sea spray on my face, from my safe perch I watched, predictably gleeful at the majesty of it all but notably nervous too, similar to how I often feel when summer storms roll in.  Yet, feeling brave and buoyed by the love around me, I stayed and smiled and I watched in awe and I listened to the sea song, tapping fingertips as my heart kept the beat. Nowhere else on earth that I can hear myself more clearly than when this close to the ocean I so love.

I slowly walked back through wet manicured lawns to the place where my sister and mother were sleeping. My jeans, soaked at the hem. Coastal sand and stones stuck in the tread of my boots. My hair a mass of tangled wet curls. Breathing deeper… Feeling calmer. Feeling sleepy. Feeling it all.



Drawing August ~ Day 8


So peaceful, calm and happy in my day…It’s been filled with the most gorgeous light. I am wrapped well, feeling inspired anew.

Started this one yesterday for #DrawingAugust and added a touch more ink and line work to it today… Just play, but it’s a wonderful exercise for me…A different path for creating than the one my design work usually takes me down. I like the looseness, the playfulness that comes. Even more so, I love that the lines and watercolor wash brought me to the ocean.

Still craving saltwater, my beloved rock jetty and an east coast sunrise… Feeling the pull…I’ll get back there, soon enough, I think ~

Original Ink and Watercolor ©Michelle Rummel

Deep Within The Garden of Her Heart…

Deep Within The Garden of Her Heart...

I painted this last year. At the time, although the title came instantly to me, I couldn’t find the words to give context to the painting. I tried again today, sat for a long while with pen in hand (yes, is how I usually write my artist statements, …a series of words on paper…old school;) and yet, to my surprise, I found that the words are still forming for this one…so I will have to honor that for now.

But… Tell me, what do you see and feel….?

Original Watercolor ©Michelle Rummel

And So I Danced…

And So I Danced...

There are moments that move us so deeply, the emotion takes over and we are almost helpless, pulled, directed, from within….

A couple of years back, an evocative painting titled, ‘In the heat of the moment ~ at the heart of the matter’ had floated my way in the twitter stream from my lovely friend, Liz Spurgeon ( @lizbeth33 ). I was taken with the warmth and energy that her painting conveyed. One look at her work and I just felt like dancing/spinning/sliding/swaying…

And so I did…

I couldn’t find a link to this exact painting but look at Liz’s brushwork and I think you’ll see what moved me. To my eye, there is passion in her abstract land/seascapes.

~ It is true I love to dance and I do so in my studio often, in the moments that inspire me to move my limbs. Something so freeing about allowing energy to move through you in this way.

We should all dance more, don’t you think?:)