Updated: Jan 14
On the back of one of my recent watercolour paintings I’ve found half of this old watercolour sketch of Barricane Beach. I’ve reused the paper after cutting this original image in half. This is a photoshop repair of a failed attempt!
Barricane is a picturesque cove tucked in between the rocks, famous for cowries and other exotic shells sought out by children and adults alike. For many years this secluded beach was a locals secret hidaway but recently the word has got out. In the summer there is a food hut that sells curries and tea in china mugs. Sadly a few visitors and locals alike bestow the beach in rubbish, bottles and discarded BBQs. It was our Secret Heaven!
Deep green and distant islands I have been off Ban Pae Pier. Where the salt white sands are bleached, And the water’s crystal clear. Sweeping shadows of the palm trees, Open fingers brush the shore. Band of grey approaching thunder, Monsoon rain a little more.
Without care for tortured world We bronzed our thoughts away. Cosmopolitan games of volleyball, Oriental Eden made for play. Beachside huts now mute and toppled, No more bucks from Uncle Sam. My friends have now gone elsewhere, Have they gone to Vietnam?
Korean families with their beach craft, Who’ve discovered Diamond Sands. While away their humid moments, Where a noisy jet ski lands. My uncovered secret heaven Was impossible to hide. Speeding years and aging faces, From those memories we cried.
Why couldn’t it last forever? Tearful dreams of carefree days. Fleeting moments of impermanence, They’re our lives the Buddha says. So now it’s time to move along, Relieved so one pretends. Now I’ll sit alone and drink awhile, To the ghosts of dancing friends.