I have never before, even after living on an island for 25 years, felt desperation to submerge myself in the ocean. Perhaps it is the fact that I've grown up on an island that has allowed me to not feel that desperation. I'm not sure. Whatever it is, I understand now why older Trinbagonians say that a "salt dip" will fix all sorts of problems. I was done working, we headed to the beach, perhaps one of the more notable ones in Tobago, Store Bay, and I felt prickly and hot and all I needed was to wade in an sit down. And I did. I walked in, sat down with the water up to my chin and felt the stress float away.
I took some pics first of course!
My Boy and I cleaned up his new home a bit on Sunday. That was good.
With my day off yesterday, I finished my pieces for Erotic Art Week. I did about 4 during my trip to Tobago , added to the 4 I had before and the rest when I came back. I'm done I think. 12 pieces the size of postcards.
I still have to take shots of them before and after mounting them and as soon as they're officially mounted this afternoon, I'll post them here.
I'm a little excited, a little hesitant, a little scared, a little proud, a little fulfilled. I did work specifically for an event and it feels good.