Watercolor on Textured Canvas
While in Nicaragua, there was a beach filled with millions of hermit crabs running around starting their day, hustling about in the rising sun. The view at hand that their day started to was that of the waves crashing on the shore only feet away. As the tide rose, it threatened their morning hustle, unbeknownst to them.
Watercolor on Textured Canvas
While in Nicaragua, there was a beach filled with millions of hermit crabs running around starting their day, hustling about in the rising sun. The view at hand that their day started to was that of the waves crashing on the shore only feet away. As the tide rose, it threatened their morning hustle, unbeknownst to them.