There is nothing like painting in the cool shade on a warm summer day, with a good art pal like Wade Koniakowsky humming around painting here, painting there, disappearing for awhile and returning with snacks and cold beers.
It reminded me of those days of my youth, before we could drive, and we’d take turns walking the mile from our little jetty to the liquor store up the road and return back down to the beach with a haul of sodas and chips and general junk food. Good memories, but I digress…
In spite of Wade taking the time to go foraging up the road on this day for our sustenance, I think he still completed two paintings here while I stood there plucking away at bits and pieces of this one. He’s quick. Like waves crashing on the shore. One after another. It’s inspiring to me.
I’m not the slowest painter, but my paintings definitely have a pace of their own, like the tide. Especially when enjoying snacks and cold beers in the cool shade on a warm summer day while watching the afternoon low tide ebb, then turn to flow back in again.