When I was young, a lot of my most joyful memories came from my time at our beach house. We were there so often which were quite possibly every few weeks. I grew up there – waking up to the sound of waves crashing, the smell of a scrumptious breakfast, the delight of changing into swimwear and running off to feel the sand beneath my toes, the reluctance when I was called to head back to the house when the sun was at its highest, the promise to return later in the afternoon, stepping into the house for an amazing lunch, perhaps an afternoon nap or a run around the grounds before heading back to the beach till it got too dark or till the rain starts pouring down heavily, the satisfaction from the day while winding down until dinner was served and the family time spent together till it was bedtime.
Then came the day I was due to leave and I remember my sombre emotions and how my heart sank. It was too blissful here to leave behind. Sometimes, it was not only the place - I was to part ways with my cousins who were only visiting from overseas for a few days. When the car pulled out of the drive, there were often times I could not stop the tears.
One day passed, and another, and soon, a week had rolled along – I forgot how sad I was. Being thrown back into the routine of life such as school only made the yearning for the next holiday stronger, in turn burying the memory of that loss.
Now many years down the track, this house is no longer accessible to us. Try as we might, we could not get a booking to have even one weekend there. This is an example of something in our lives that we cannot get back nor obtain again once it has passed. It has been magically frozen in a place we can only think back on with a fondness.
As to how I came to draw this piece – I can only say that one night I dreamt of painting waves on a blank wall and another night I dreamt an entire sequence of heading off to this beach house and re-living it again.
This Bear depicted here is a painter, an artist – his paintbrush a magic tool that he uses to weave dreams and connects them with its dream chasers. This could be you and so I ask: