Oil painting titled: 'Afternoon Tides' 

 by Author Gil Garcia

Till the End of Time

I have left the choking maze of concrete patterns behind me

to stand at lands end.

It is here I have found the beating heart of Mother Earth.

She beckons me at sunset, silently, with colors beyond imagination.

Her grandness explodes across the sky and below she bellows the audible sounds of the crashing surf that build into a grand crescendo to celebrate days end.

The sparkle of the ocean begins its mesmerizing dance that welcomes the sun to come to rest behind her distant edge.

Above, there are endless and magical shapes of clouds floating across the sky, while below the surf continues its rhythmic tones that purifies my mind and soothes my soul.

The distant fog horn beckons to the wayward gulls and guides them home to roost at water's edge.

With my soul now fulfilled and with last light, I reluctantly turn away into the darkness, grateful once again to have witnessed the beauty of Mother Earth, hoping someday to be at peace as my ashes float away with the tide, on their endless journey, till the end of time.

Gil Garcia

The Ocean at Twilight
Oil Painting by Author

Point Fermin, Sleepless Nights

I sit and listen for the sounds of night and nothing can be found, but a far distant cry of tuna ships in a southward line, ocean bound.

In meditation my mind finds it's peace as the still night passes, but with the morning light comes reality as people re-join their masses.

Oh, how sorry it must be to live by light alone, and never know the sounds of night and all it's wondrous tones.

Gil Garcia

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I dedicated this painting and many other ocean scenes to my late brother Paul R. Garcia.  He was my mentor in the arts for more than twenty years.  There were five artist in our family, but Paul was the only one who had a formal education in the arts.

He and I spent many days in a small boat sitting just off the coast of Newport Beach or San Pedro Harbor.
Those who went fishing with Paul new of his fascination with the many colors that made up the ocean hues.
He was always at peace just sitting there over the ocean listening to the gulls as the water lapped against the bow in the mist of nature's wonders.

I'd give anything to fish one more day with him.
I miss you brother.

Gil

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