It’s a process of discovery and rediscovery. The first time I paint a place, I’m learning how to translate it into two dimensions, but every subsequent painting becomes more of an investigation into the spirit of the place and the effect it has on me. Da Capo (which means from the beginning) is my repainting of a familiar beach. In fact, it echoes one of my earliest seascapes. The fog bank brings a quiet, almost melancholy light to the painting, alleviated by hints of blue sky and sunlight skimming the tops of the bank as it breaks up. Da Capo also refers to the painting’s primal subject, for in the beginning god created waters…..
Poems have a beautiful way of finding and expressing the telling detail, then placing it in a unique context. When I saw this wave the morning after a storm, I was struck by the roar and the weight – all that sand being lifted and dragged by a powerful force. At the same time, the water was almost dancing, as if with the sheer love of being able to push and carry so much terra firma. I knew I would have to paint it. Details below. Enjoy.
Watching the waves come in induces a strange state of both mindfulness and self-disappearance. I become so aware of the nuances of form that I forget my self, and yet I feel so present – it’s an odd sensation. Time quickly follows every watery movement, and synchronistically stands still – it seems brief and eons long. Perhaps it’s these dualities that make wave and wavescapes so entrancing. I get lost in it all, and maybe that’s the point. Enjoy!
I’ve been playing. These 7×7″ oil paintings are from Cape Ann. They are also preparation for some new ocean views I’ll be starting soon. Anticipation……..maybe the best part…and on some new, larger panels!
Who doesn’t love a long walk along the beach, especially one with jagged old outcrops between sandy stretches. Beach Walking is a reflection of my ideal day. Interesting waves, with a high overcast, preferably suitable for a light jacket. Love it. You can come too.
Who could get tired of the hypnotizing effect of watching the waves come in? Not me. Below are four more small oils, alliteratively delivered for your enjoyment.
The small oil on paper paintings are the best way I know to practice improvisational painting. The inspiration can be plein air looking, or a few photographs taken on a walk. Either way, doing the paintings as quickly as possible, and feeling free to exaggerate, pretend, make mistakes, and try again….allows the imagination to roam while being anchored to reality. While the results look good, it’s the lessons learned from the accidents and the freedom to improvise that I hope will carry over to the larger paintings.