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"Cliff Fall"

“Cliff Fall”

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

The last time I painted this view was November, just after the Hurricane. The notch in the cliffs had just started showing itself. In an earlier painting from January 2012 the notch was not visible. With all the heavy storms we have had recently, the ocean has consumed 30 to 50 feet of cliffs and dunes in most areas along the south facing shore line. This part of the cliff jutting out is made up of a stronger, more cement-like material than the surrounding cliffs which are clay. The ocean should probably be right up to where the notch is, if it were to follow the shore line on either side. The big chunks just in front of the “column” part were cut down during last week’s storm. One or two more strong ocean disturbances will probably take the rest down soon…

"7pm, Here They Come"

“7pm, Here They Come”

“7pm, Here They Come”, this is a small painting, 6″ x 8″, oil on canvas panel. This painting has SOLD.

I was enjoying the subtle sunset light at Eastville Beach while trying to decide where to go to paint. Well… why go anywhere else! As it was cold and windy, I started work in my van. Still getting use to the time change, I sort of hoped that a ferry might pass into my scene. I was not sure what boat or from which direction it might appear. This is the “Nantucket”, built in 1974. It services the Vineyard in winters and its name sake island in summers. A worthy subject for today’s painting…

"Edgartown Great Pond"

“Edgartown Great Pond”

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

Today was a cold breezy one. After choosing this subject, I realized I would have to sit in my car and paint. Although this boat is floating, it has a lot of water in it from last weekend’s rains. It is lower than normal with no waterline showing…

"East To Lucy Vincent Beach"

“East To Lucy Vincent Beach”

“East To Lucy Vincent Beach”, this is a small painting, 6″ x 8″, oil on canvas panel. This painting has SOLD.

Despite having a cold, I bundled up and stood on the cliff top to captured this view. It was a vibrant day on the waters edge with surf pounding and salt in the air. Just when I thought I was alone, figures appeared in black wetsuits far below catching some wild rides on their surfboards. Directly out from my location, I was surprised to see a few rafts of Harlequin Ducks. They were bobbing and diving in the heavy surf along this rocky point looking for crustaceans and molluscs loosened up by the weekend’s storm…

"Summer Slips"

“Summer Slips”

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

It was blowy and rainy. Yet, up tight against the Menemsha gas station, I was in my element and not the elements…

"Dragger Trip"

“Dragger Trip”

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

The weather was raw but not rough as this dragger headed out on a fishing trip. I was lucky to find one near shore. They usually are farther away. There is less to paint and thus harder to describe with my brush…

"From Squibnocket Beach"

“From Squibnocket Beach”

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

The cliffs to the left have eroded so much this past year that I did not try to squeeze them all in. The bit of cliff in the background beyond the point is Lucy Vincent Beach. Two years ago you could not see that cliff from here. Global warming has increased the power of the ocean to claw back the shore line…

"Katama Opening"

“Katama Opening”

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

When an opening migrates along the beach to Chappaquiddick, as this one is, it is a sign its cycle is almost over and will soon close. There are long periods of no opening and plus or minus 20 year periods of substantial ones. I have seen 2 of each in my lifetime. Both openings wreaked havoc on the southern most tip of “Chappy”. This last one sliced off cliff and land moving the water’s edge hundreds of feet north. In this painting I am lucky to have found the opening visible from my vantage point…

"Slow on the Creek"

“Slow on the Creek”

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

The buoy angle let me know it was just around high tide on Menemsha Creek. When the waters rush in or out, the buoy not only is almost submerged by the push on it, but it lists at more than 45º. (I always wonder how much weight is holding it in place on the bottom of the Creek.) As the rain squall moved in I had to totally close my windows to keep dry. The wet brings out color and more contrast in the landscape, just as the gray of the clouds dulls the blue-green of the Creek and forces the any other colors forward. I was especially needing something red to paint in all the rain at the end of this day and the channel marker was just right…

“Woods Hole”

"Woods Hole"

“Woods Hole”

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

I had three location choices for this painting. One required a long walk through woods and maybe snow drifts to arrive at a long beach walk. Two was a short beach walk. Three was possibly traveling down an un-snow-plowed lane and a walk down 5 or 6 stories of beach stairs. I attempted #3 first. The lane was plowed as was the parking lot. Snow on the stairs was almost non existent. I dallied on top taking scouting photos and checking for wind and temperature. Deciding on full winter attire, I returned to my van to gear up. I grabbed the rest of my coffee, a chocolate bite and container of mixed nuts to fuel my furnace as I painted. I descended down the stairs, stopping at each landing for more precision photos of potential views. The last landing was a killer. I was trapped 20 feet above the beach. Winter storms had left only steep, weeping-wet clay between me and the sands below where once was the bottom most set of stairs. I had stepped in clay like that before. Not only is it slippery on an incline, but it sticks to everything it touches like honey, in a bad sort of way. On the beach directly beneath were more boulders at the waters edge casting great, long, blue shadows from the waning sun. I just couldn’t reach them. As I worked, the sun set and lights across the way in Woods Hole slowly flickered on. They were soon followed by the lights of the evening ferryboat chugging into its homeport…

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