Today is the beginning of a brand new Doodlewash Adventure called Natural Beauty, so we have a little glimpse of sea life to kick things off. More specifically, we have a little clown fish, because after a month of posts about childhood memories, Finding Nemo came to mind. Love that movie, though I was far from still being a child when it came out, of course. I’ve apparently mixed cocktails as I’ve titled the post in a way that makes me want to sing songs from The Little Mermaid. Oh well. One of my personal goals this month is to try more full scenes rather than only single objects, so this marks the first attempt. I truly love exploring details, so I’m experimenting in order to find a happy medium between lots of detail and abstraction that can be done in the precious little time I have to paint and post each day. As for clown fish, I think they’re cute, and I’ve always wanted a large aquarium in my home like you see in the movies, homes of the wealthy, and fine seafood restaurants. I’ve wanted one since I was a kid, but as an adult, the maintenance terrifies me now that I know fish actually do poop where they sleep.
Living in the middle of the United States, oceans and sea life like this only existed for me in aquariums. I still remember the first time I visited an island on a vacation as an adult and snorkeled for the first time. It was an incredible experience, like jumping inside one of the aquariums I grew up seeing. I would stay rather close to shore, because the blackness of the water as it got deeper freaked me out. Seriously, what the hell was down there? At any rate, I wasn’t the brave diver who wanted to find out. I was the wimp who stayed closer to shore and my beer. I just liked being able to see everything around me clearly, enhanced by my trusty googles. I visited over six different beaches on that trip and snorkeled in every location, swearing that I would be doing it any time I could from then on. Well, that was over a decade ago, and that was not only the first, but the last time I’ve ever snorkeled.
I’m not sure what happened over the years, but time now seems like it’s always too short. Then, I was craving adventure and excited to plan trips to various exotic places. Now, I still imagine all those trips in my head, but then get immediately sad that I’d have to leave my dog for that many days. I’ve become a creature of routine, but I rather enjoy it. It makes even the most stressful days more relaxing to know there’s something you can always count on in the evenings. But, I’m determined to plan a little trip of some kind this year, beyond the annual family visits to Texas and Paris. It would be nice for Philippe and I to get away on our own little trip again. And perhaps we could even find ourselves next to an ocean with warm and clear blue green waters. Then, I could see if I still remember how to snorkel as I dive in and experience the incredible world of creatures that one only finds under the sea.