Thursday, August 23, 2012

The Sea Series

There is a beautiful moment towards the end of Virginia Woolf's To The Lighthouse when this observation of the sea is made by Lily:
So fine was the morning except for a streak of wind here and there that the sea and sky looked all one fabric, as if sails were stuck high up in the sky, or the clouds had dropped down into the sea. A steamer far out at sea had drawn in the air a great scroll of smoke which stayed there curving and circling decoratively, as if the air were a fine gauze which held things and kept them softly in its mesh, only gently swaying them this way and that. And as happens sometimes when the weather is very fine, the cliffs looked as if they were conscious of the cliffs, as if they signaled to each other some message of their own. For sometimes quite close to the shore, the Lighthouse looked this morning in the haze an enormous distance away.

‘Where are they now?’ Lily thought, looking out to sea. Where was he, that very old man who had gone past her silently, holding a brown paper parcel under his arm? The boat was in the middle of the bay.

Although I was not on holiday on the Isle of Skye like Lily, I did have a few days along the Atlantic and on two separate mornings I made a few images.  Please enjoy.

Three Parts (Florida, August, 2012, M.A. Reilly)
Moon Longing (Florida, August, 2012, M.A. Reilly)
Umbrellas (Florida, August, 2012, M.A. Reilly)
Into the Mystic (Florida, August, 2012, M.A. Reilly)
The Pier (Florida, August, 2012, M.A. Reilly)
One Bird (Florida, August, 2012, M.A. Reilly)
Being There (Florida, August, 2012, M.A. Reilly)


  1. I am going to buy Moon Longing and Into the Mystic would be great in an art show with No Simalacrum

    1. So pleased you enjoyed the images. It's been awhile since I played like this.

  2. Yes! I enjoyed these beautiful images very much!