June 2013

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"Solstice Moon"

“Solstice Moon”

“Solstice Moon”, this is a small painting, 6″ x 8″, oil on canvas panel. $550.00 USD

I motored to 3 different locations to capture the moon rising. I got my bearings mixed up and came here to sort it all out and paint this view instead. Never mind that there were heavy clouds along the east horizon, I soon realized I might be in “the spot” after all. I almost stopped before the moon peeked out. A fisherman suddenly appeared, walking up by the tree in the painting, holding a 34″ striped bass he had just that minute caught. I resisted temptation and kept painting, eventually fishing after dark. I returned home canvas full but fishless…

"Solstice Light, Brickyard"

“Solstice Light, Brickyard”

“Solstice Light, Brickyard”, this is a small painting, 6″ x 8″, oil on canvas panel. This painting has SOLD.

When I had thought about capturing the light at the end of solstice day, I did not have anything particular in mind. I assumed I would be down on the beach painting. As I rounded the last bend in the path to the Brickyard beach, I just could not ignore the strong sunlight streaming into the cool darkness of the woods. I left my gear right there, but had to walk the extra few steps to the edge of the cliff to assure myself that nothing better awaited me…

"The Followers"

“The Followers”

“The Followers”, this is a small painting, 6″ x 8″, oil on canvas panel. This painting has SOLD.

I have not painted at midday for quite awhile and this was a welcomed change. The weather forecast wasn’t very good for the evening. So I took advantage of this very pleasant afternoon. The sheep were absent when I began. It was nice to find them parading slowly back and forth when I looked up…

"Red Beach"

“Red Beach”

“Red Beach”, this is a small painting, 6″ x 8″, oil on canvas panel. $550.00 USD

A beautiful sunny day found me closeted in my van while I did this painting. The wind had died and it was gorgeous out. Not a soul was on the beach, nor in the parking lot. I soon discovered why. The no-see-ums were the force to be reckoned with. They were under my hat, in my glasses, on my hands, in my ears, on my neck, all over me within moments of stepping out of the vehicle. Retreat was my only option…

"Gay Head, Flip Side"

“Gay Head, Flip Side”

“Gay Head, Flip Side”, this is a small painting, 6″ x 8″, oil on canvas panel. This painting has SOLD.

This image has been burning in my mind for a week or more. I went on location and tried to paint it, but it was too windy. I took copious photos as the sun went down. Came back to the studio and studied them all for a few evenings. Went back for a couple more tries. One time it was raining, but sun was under the cloud cover shining as it went down. No painting, then, either. Once more I went up and got a fast wash in on the canvas, but was too windy to do more. Tonight the festering was too much. I put it on the easel. Danced around it. Used those memories of studying, along with the washed in underpainting to pull it all together…

"Blossom"

“Blossom”

“Blossom”, this is a small painting, 6″ x 8″, oil on canvas panel. $550.00 USD

I was alerted to this magnolia being in bloom at the Polly Hill Arboretum. As soon as I got there it started pouring rain. I put my rain jacket on and walked about in the downpour finding shelter under trees. I dared to take some photos under those conditions. Everything was at its darkest tonal value from being wet and it was near the end of daylight hours so all dark areas were darker still. Yet the rain made them have a vision of softness. Scents of this or that bloom would suddenly waft up among the rain drops and assault my senses. The rain stopped and I rushed back with my equipment and worked swiftly as it was dripping off the trees and could restart any time…

"Rainyday Red"

“Rainyday Red”

“Rainyday Red”, this is a small painting, 6″ x 8″, oil on canvas panel. This painting has SOLD.

I would not have done this painting if it weren’t for Stephen Larsen. Stopping to say hi as we passed each other in our cars on fisherman’s lane, he said he was done for the day. “Take my parking spot by my fishing shack if you want to paint.” And just like he said I’d do, I made his shack and area look way too clean. I only wish I could have made his boat look just as clean, but it’s to the left behind the shack. Oh well, another day…

"At The Bend In The Road"

“At The Bend In The Road”

“At The Bend In The Road”, this is a small painting, 6″ x 8″, oil on canvas panel. This painting has SOLD.

After yesterday’s painting, I had Rosa Rugosas on my mind. Actually not really on my mind but in my nostrils. To me they are THE smell of summer at the beach. Fishing last night I had to walk through a hedge of them going and coming. Today, as soon as I finished one of my many golf course commissioned paintings, I went hunting for beach roses. I think I excluded 10 or more sandy paths between the little bridge and big bridge before discovering this one. It was delicious standing out with setting sun warming me, no wind and the scent of roses all around as I painted the glistening light off the distant water. I observed a lone boater fishing for blues and was serenaded by 4 Oystercatchers as they flew low overhead from pond to beach loudly discussing dinner as they hovered slowly past…

"West Basin Fog"

“West Basin Fog”

“West Basin Fog”, this is a small painting, 6″ x 8″, oil on canvas panel. $550.00 USD

Luckily there were no 15 to 30 mph winds today as there seemingly have been for the last few weeks. However, it absolutely poured rain. All day. Just before sunset, the radar showed it was gone. In its place was a wicked thick fog. Again. Even though the skies still looked like rain, I ventured out. I soon found myself headed back to Lobsterville and the West Basin in Aquinnah. I had no plan in mind, except that maybe I would catch dinner when finished painting. After circling around Captain Buddy Vanderhoop and his charter fishing boat, Tomahawk, on its trailer in the end parking lot, having some out of water work done to it, I backed into the visitor lot. I set up under my opened lift-gate, just in case the radar was wrong, at least I would have half my gear under cover. As it got gloomier with more fog shifting about, I could hear Captain Buddy maneuvering his rig into the launch shoot. As I, too, finished my task, I came to realize how wet it was on everything outside my van. Even my glasses had fogged up. I was lucky to see enough to paint. Driving back, I stopped by the 1st parking lot to fish, only to find 20 other fishermen already in place, waders on, slicker hoods up, casting into the gloaming. I soon enough joined them and slipped into their picket line of moving rods. I worked the water for an hour with a few hits on each of my 2 favorite lures, but they were all very small striped bass, schoolies as we call them. It was a nice cocoon like feeling standing 20 feet out in water up to my thighs. Surrounded by fog and near darkness, I could barely see the comrades on either side even when one had to switch on his headlamp to untangle his line or unhook a small fish. The rhythm of the undulating water was in itself mesmerizing in the muffled night. Slowly, the line thinned as each and every fisher-person realized we had been fooled, there were no big ones out there tonight.…

"Before Fog Lobsterville"

“Before Fog Lobsterville”

“Before Fog, Lobsterville”, this is a small painting, 6″ x 8″, oil on canvas panel. This painting has SOLD.

Though it was in the 70’s midday, at the hour I painted this view I regretted having retired my hooded parka for the summer season. It is always 5 or 10 degrees cooler at ocean level in spring. Today was no different and a breeze amplified the coolness. The fog cloud moving in from the ocean side, to the left, kept getting thicker and wider as I worked, but never got to the west of me to block the sunset light. The two Killdeer I saw the last four times I was there were nowhere to be seen. Perhaps they had fledged a brood and were busy playing follow the leader among the dunes…