The summer of 2o14, I was able to go to the beach two times. On the first trip, I was afforded the opportunity to stay in a friend’s home that was on the sound side. There at the doorstep was the still brackish water outlined by mussels and marsh grasses. I was the first time that I was able to navigate the sound waters in a kayak, a perspective that is so close to the water’s surface that I imagined that this is what a heron or an egret sees. The painting I made was not from the kayak, perhaps that will come later, but it was from the deck overlooking the sound, about 30 feet up. It is observational.
On the second trip, I was afforded the opportunity to stay in another friend’s home that was close to the oceanfront. While my family enjoyed floating in the water, napping and walking along the shore, I painted. It was quick and observational, but more of a study in color. The sky, the surf and the sand mesh together into a rainbow of blues and greens and yellows and browns that makeup one of my favorite landscapes. As I sat there, brush in hand, the colors were shifting so quickly in the surf that the resulting painting is more of an impression, a collection of observations into one painting.