With the workshop over and all that beautiful Atlantic coast to paint it was hard to know where to begin....but this seemed a natural. Of course, as happens when working plein air, things change. The boat didn't have more than two strokes of color on it when the crew decided that, with fish unloaded, it was time to leave. I could have abandoned the piece or continued using what my visual memory retained.....the latter was the better choice.
All those boats, all those docks, all the picturesque towns.......did I paint any of those, well no. Instead I was mesmerized by these rocks. Flat lit on a fairly sunny day they proved to be a challenge in finding how to translate a jumbled mass of close tonal values to a two dimensional surface, but I enjoyed every stroke. Notice how color notes repeat throughout the painting. I keep telling myself, 'It's not what you paint but how you paint it.', and I rather like this one.
Darrell, these are beautiful! I especially like the rock painting. I remember those rocks. They were from our day at Owl's Head? The workshop was such a great experience for me, too. Thanks for sharing your work.
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