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'Cause you belong to the sea.
You can feel it.
You can taste it.
You can see it.
You can face it.
You can hear it.
You're getting near it.
You want to make it.
'Cause you can take it.
Done with Photoshop CC and Wacom Cintiq.
(and yes, it's based on the lyrics of "you belong to the city" - I always misheard it as "to the sea" when I was younger, so I stuck to it ;) )
There will be some limited canvas prints of this picture in the Art Shows (AC, EF) this year. :3
You can feel it.
You can taste it.
You can see it.
You can face it.
You can hear it.
You're getting near it.
You want to make it.
'Cause you can take it.
Done with Photoshop CC and Wacom Cintiq.
(and yes, it's based on the lyrics of "you belong to the city" - I always misheard it as "to the sea" when I was younger, so I stuck to it ;) )
There will be some limited canvas prints of this picture in the Art Shows (AC, EF) this year. :3
Category Artwork (Digital) / General Furry Art
Species Unspecified / Any
Size 1280 x 665px
File Size 128.1 kB
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Great view!
(Reminded me of this, lol http://www.shakesandfidget.com/comi.....halben-sachen/ "Gefahren des meeres.... PAH!")
(Reminded me of this, lol http://www.shakesandfidget.com/comi.....halben-sachen/ "Gefahren des meeres.... PAH!")
I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by;
And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea’s face, and a grey dawn breaking,
I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.
I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull’s way and the whale’s way where the wind’s like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over.
— John Masefield
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by;
And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea’s face, and a grey dawn breaking,
I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.
I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull’s way and the whale’s way where the wind’s like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over.
— John Masefield
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