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"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.…

"Zen Of Fog"

“Zen Of Fog”

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

This was a chancy view to paint. It looked like rain any second, and, well, I would have been better off if it had. I only stayed out for 40 minutes. When I left, my glasses were unusable, all my gear had water droplets on it. My easel was dripping rivulets onto my palette. My roll of paper towels, you know how much water Bounty holds, I had to unroll it to dry at home! If it had just rained, I would have gotten the hint much faster. The colors were so stimulating in their spring mode yet soften by the fog and distance. I have painted this path before. It actually goes up and down the dune and also around it to the left, in case you don’t feel like up and down. However, in this light it has an other worldly feeling to it.…

"Fog Bank"

“Fog Bank”

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

More fog, but this time it didn’t smother me until I left the beach. From the West and North, the fog held off enough to let the sunlight come in. This gave me some nice shadows to work with in the foreground as the mists amassed off to the Southwest and South. When the sun finally set, a shroud came in over all creating a subtle silence as I lumbered off the dune to my van.…

"Foggy Light"

“Foggy Light”

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

Fog is a wondrous phenomena. It can impart mystery, define distances, distort colors, and sometimes get you wet! I started this painting a few weeks ago, between then and now this was the next foggy day. I motored up to the lighthouse to polished off this piece. Then headed down to find and paint my next foggy image, which should appear here, tomorrow…

“Snow Fog”

"Snow Fog"

“Snow Fog”

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

Meanwhile, with the cold snow cover and warm air above, the landscape view softened from the snow fog. Overhead the gray cloud cover gently misted and rained dictating painting be done from inside my van. Though it was warm enough to create without gloves, the 4 inches of slushy wet snow also made me happy to paint from the driver’s seat…

"January Fog"

“January Fog”

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

Warm, but windy, had me in the lee of the low cliffs by the Herring Creek on Menemsha Pond. Besides bobbing Red-breasted Mergansers and swooping seagulls, the fog wrapped me up in silence. The tide was low and the boulders had soft edges in the shadowless light. When finished, I rewarded myself with a chocolate chip cooky from just up the road at Orange Peel Bakery…

"Sheriff's Meadow Fog"

“Sheriff’s Meadow Fog”, this is a small painting, 6″ x 8″, oil on canvas panel. This painting has SOLD.

Living in town for the winter has its bonuses like walking to the movies or a restaurant. But when I start to miss all the open fields and water views of Chilmark and up-island, I remember I have access to this little sanctuary behind the house. I have done 10 or 20 paintings around Sheriff’s Meadow over the years. Yet, when I think I have “found” the last painting I could ever create here, up pops something new due to weather, season, time of day, light, or in this case pruning and mowing off the path. I left for a walk around the pond a half hour before sunset. Usually I would carry my gear with me. This evening, fog was rolling by, there would be no sunset just a darkening of the daylight. So I walked empty handed. Half way ’round the pond proper is a spillway, bridge and this view of Butler’s Mudhole. Much tree damage had happened due to the last 2 storms. The caretaker’s clean up included brush cutting around and under an old, damaged willow to a dry bit of grass by the property edge. Stepping there to photo this view I knew I had a new painting to do. Having raced back to the house/studio to get my paints, I set up quickly and worked down from the horizon starting with the hedge and little bathhouse with my largest brush. Landscapes are fairly quick to paint, if you think about them for a minute. Most brush movement is horizontal, stopping only to clean brush and mix and change colors. The one thing which stops a quick landscape is a strong vertical item in the scene, requiring cutting in around the object and thus ceasing the flow of brushwork. The bathhouse, the only vertical, was tiny and did not slow me down. I saved the sky until last, in case it caught a blush of color as the sun set off in the fog. Canada Geese arrived in “v” formations looking for a place to bed. I held my ground until last light when geese moved into pond and fog rendered me invisible…

"Evening Fog"

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

I drove right by this tranquil scene, the fog was so thick. When I rounded the bend in the road, I could just make out this boat. I turn about and was able to park and get this painting mostly done. Then I noticed car headlights going past getting brighter and brighter. Or was the evening getting darker and darker…

"Spring Fog"

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

A rainy blowing evening sitting in my van while painting the rock strewn beach. The fog added mystery and the rain intensity of color to the scene. All was appreciated from the dry warmth of the driver’s seat with my easel in my lap…


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

This was a difficult day. The fog was overbearing. Obvious subjects were not visible. I found a hopeful location, but wandered about aimlessly until I came back to my starting point…

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