After finishing up the pictures, Hazel kicked off her sandals and let the sand squish between her toes. She couldn't remember the last time she had been to the beach. It was probably at some point during college so she could paint the waves.
She had done a couple different paintings at the same beach once. One was at sunrise when the ocean was as still as it gets. Another was at sunset when the waves were fairly high.
She had parked herself in the sand with an easel, canvas, and paints and sat there for hours. Once her rough sketch was done she made sure to capture the fading colors of the sunrise and sunset first before she could forget them or it got too dark to continue.
Both of those paintings had been sold on Etsy. Most of her paintings had been sold that way. The few times her work had been shown in student galleries nobody wanted to buy them.
