Painted in the midst of a whole herd of landscape artists, several of whom I’ve looked up to for years, so I was stoked I didn’t botch this one, even though it is a rather odd composition. I really only chose it so I could work in the shade of the rockstack behind me, which also came in handy to hop on and cling to once or twice as waves washed up across the narrow berm between the rock and the water’s edge. Never got my boots wet, but the rising tide did force a higher ground relocation at one point.
On another note, have I ever told you guys about my giant van? I love it, room for everything, art junk, surfboards, wives, children, you name it. It’s great. The drawback of having so much room is that it gets full of all sorts of things that occasionally rattle loose from their moorings on the bumpy road home and cause all sorts of ruckus and mayhem back there. On this day it was a heavy tripod palette tray that took flight and punched a L shaped gash into the sky on the right side of this painting. It’s been patched and repaired now but if you look close it’s there to see. Just glad it was a clean tear instead of a long smearing scrape through the wet paint. That could have been unsalvageable, as it is I reckon someone will still dig it, even if it’s just me.