There was a hammock hung right at the edge of the beach, and one afternoon I went there with my sketchbook. After I studied dozens of waves, trying to understand and draw their structure, I lay back and what I could see was my leg resting the length of the hammock (the other was bent, supporting the sketchbook). So I sketched what I could see and call it a "self portrait". Just up the beach was a fishing cooperative and many of us walked up there to take photos and sketch.
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