I work en plein air, out in the countryside.
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“West Chop Meadow”
“West Chop Meadow”, this is a small painting, 6″ x 8″, oil on canvas panel. This painting has SOLD.
My inner voice told me to go to West Chop to paint this afternoon. I thought I was supposed to go all the way to the beach and jetty. The universe had a different idea. How about a January sailboat out and about in the middle of a warmish day…? (There were actually 2 sailboats out, but only this one caught my fancy.)
“Home from Cuttyhunk”, this is a small painting, 6″ x 8″, oil on canvas panel. This painting has SOLD.
I was not scouting for a particular view when I started out today. In my van by this beach path watching terns dive for their dinner, I wondered if the fishing would be good. Opening the tail gate to grab my fishing rod, I got my paints out instead. As I began painting, every 15 or 20 minutes another sailboat would come through the passage between the far islands and pose for me…
“Trial Run”, this is a small painting, 6″ x 8″, oil on canvas panel. This painting has SOLD.
I came near the harbor hoping for a sail to paint. This obliging boat appeared and reappeared a few times. She was capturing some good air. I was in the lee with enough breeze to keep away the newly hatched no-see-ums and mosquitoes. A very pleasant afternoon…
“Sailing Lambert’s Cove”, this is a small painting, 6″ x 8″, oil on canvas panel. $550.00 USD
The joy of spring is that one never knows what to expect around the next bend, as the season turns toward summer. I had no thoughts of a sailboat appearing as I started this painting. Now I may start to anticipate sailboats as I move on to newer water views…
“A Goodbye”, this is a small painting, 6″x 8″, oil on canvas panel. This painting has SOLD.
An artist friend treated me to a new, private location from which to paint. It was fun to see old favorite views from a different angle/perspective. However, it was the vanishing sailboat which drew me to paint this view. It is not often I may find a dune with a path through it and a sail off in the distance. Nor is it often, in the summer season, when there is a beach without a multitude of people upon it. I was grateful for the quiet…
