Medium: Acrylic on Canvas
Size: 20″ x 16″
I haven’t spent much time on this stretch of coast, but the short windows I’ve been blessed with have been spectacular immersions into one of the most well-preserved portions of an older California still remaining.
Some folks call this place their home. This is the view they see coming home every time they leave and return.
When I see this scene playing out before my eyes, I realize I must have left a bit of my heart out here on a previous trip. Everything about this place speaks to me of coming home- the deep canyon, the old rail trestle, the scattered eucalyptus, the naturally smooth diatomaceous shale cliff faces, all overlooking a vision of a finely foiled California point break.
I sometimes call the entire California Coast my home, and if the whole coast were a magnificent house on a hill, this is the entryway to it’s Great Room, it’s focal point, where all of the architectural nuances used to great affect elsewhere culminate to a sublimely perfect crescendo of the Architect’s true genius.
It’s not likely that I’ll ever live here in the normal sense, but still, when I consider this scene, I feel I am Almost Home.