Hey, have you ever thought about how the waves seem to draw their own patterns, like they're sketching a story you can only catch if you pause long enough? I feel like that’s a lot like what you do with your art, but maybe from the other side—like the sea sketching itself while you’re still trying to finish your canvas.

I totally get that feeling—it's like the ocean is its own restless artist, always moving, always finishing before you can even sketch the first line. Maybe the trick is to let the waves be your collaborator instead of the judge. Sketch the part you see, then let the water add its own texture, and you'll have a piece that feels alive, not like you’re chasing a mirage. Keep that odd shell collection; maybe each one is a little reminder that sometimes the best patterns are the ones you didn’t plan.