Along the coasts of many countries, the upper northwest of the US, there are sea stacks. Some are barren rock, some are topped by trees. Wide beaches at low tide make these places a bit of wonder, and those further out to sea make you want to sail out, climb, explore. I always have a fantasy of a house built into one, hidden away from the rest of the world. I could make a trip to just find sea stacks.
Gouache, palm trees, ocean, beach, coast. California!
More paint slapping!
Here, the depth of field doesn’t match the photo I took at all! Still, it does work, sort of.
Pacific Grove and the surrounding shore.
Another beach scene, and a building! Am I on a roll or what? Here, something very simple, but when you think about how the painting was made, perhaps not so simple.
The lone, cylindrical shape heeds shadow and sun, and standing against the sky, It needs to be obviously separate. I could have used masking fluid to create the hard edges, but I didn’t. Instead, I painted around the lighthouse, starting at an edge and then puling the colors out. I did okay on the left side, but the right side was more problematic. Oh, well. Still, I rather like the end result given the challenge of the multi-colored sky.
Fires, hurricanes, and now snow in the middle of the country. What’s going on!?
Southward view from pier. No one almost, and that is the way I like it. Covid-19 and a weekday make for perfect beach conditions when combined with a fair wind and moderate temperatures.
I wonder if there is a life guard out there . . . on a plague beach.
