‘If this was real life, those gulls would rise as I approached them’, I thought to myself with a feeling of disappointment, as I walked across the sands. At that moment, I’m surrounded by gulls. I’m surprised and delighted. No art or modelling process can capture everything; it’s about capturing the most important things. And this movement is the most important thing about gulls that sit on beaches.
![Rising Gulls](https://c2.staticflickr.com/6/5324/16989579564_4074bcb1d0_z.jpg)
At The Trace Too there is no music stream. Just the sound of water and waves, and the cry of gulls. Quiet, peaceful: water running through depressions in the sand from the sea, sandbanks pushing gently out of the waves.
A clear light bathes everything, fresh, bright, shining, birch trees on the shore rippling in the wind.
![Open View](https://c2.staticflickr.com/6/5334/17424555840_72d0eecef9_z.jpg)
The Trace Too, by Kylie Jaxxon.
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