This is a small color study done plein air, standing high up on the Cape Hedge popple dune (rock pile) looking down on the incoming surf. I'm intrigued by the life and color transitions of a wave. The many influences on the color include the wave height, water depth and clarity (bubbles, sand), ground type (sand, rock, seaweed), water surface angle reflecting light from the sky and sun. Of course, water is clear with a reflective surface, so it's creating color from what's below it, in it, and above it. This is the frustration and fun of painting water. BTW, did you know that the color "blue" was never mentioned in texts like Homer's The Odyssey and The Iliad?
The long row of cottages at Long Beach, Rockport, sit on sand held up by a tall, concrete wall. How long will it last?
At high tide Cape Hedge Beach is pretty much under water. At low tide it widens to reveal a different landscape to rediscover every day. This is a large, complex piece developed over July and August.
It's a hazy, summer day, standing on the popple dune at Cape Hedge, everything picking up a little gold from the afternoon sun.
A breezy, hot day is good for a ride on the boogie board.
This a good time to spend at the beach and do watercolor.
It was a great turnout for day #1 of the open studio tour Saturday, and a beautiful day it was. The gardens got as many complements as the art did and Kim gave several tours outside. It's rainy today with the remnants of Tropical Storm Bill relieving the drought, but I know it's not going to deter the diehards.
Rockport's Thacher Island, home of many a wreck, keeps a view over Long Beach where visitors find solace.
A late spring day, the water has warmed up into the low 50's, and despite a little fog the sun is warming the sand. The new foliage of the blueberry and poison ivy on Cape Hedge's rocky point is red with patches of green and a little shiny, brushed by the passing fog.
When the East Breeze picks up around 1:00 off the Atlantic its cooling relief can be welcome on a hot day at Good Harbor Beach. On a cool day though it can be bone-chilling, but dogs don't seem to notice the difference.
Every summer morning at Good Harbor Beach the lifeguards arrive by 9:00 and warm up with their beach run. It's also a signal to the surfers to pull out until after 5:00. The fishermen can continue to hang out though. Lifeguards has been accepted to the annual seARTS at Bass Rocks show, Gloucester. It'll be an appropriate location, looking out over Good Harbor Beach, the purview of these lifeguards.
January sun on the sand does little to warm the daring youths on Good Harbor Beach. Nevertheless, they take their time enjoying their burning skin and lungs heated by fast hearts. You can see the initial sketch on my facebook page.
On a windy, midsummer day at the mouth of the Mousam River, the locals escape to Parsons Beach, Maine. Some have first stopped at Bennett's Store to fill their coolers with sandwiches, beer, and cookies. Others come to fish on the shifting banks of the river, or jump into the rippling current with their tube or boogie board. The umbrellas are dug in deep fighting the wind and shading the sun. They may not realize that these are unforgettable days.
This large work evolved over months. It started with sketches and studies from various perspectives, settling on this angle with the sun high and slightly behind. A thin cloud dims the light on the distant point of land and trees, making it recede further and at the same time acting as a foil for the flat, hazy surrounding colors.
What heaven is this, a boy with his red shovel and dog? A moment at Cape Hedge Beach, done plein air. Silver Dog, 12 x 16, oil on linen
The "watercolors" section has been renamed to "on paper", to include the oils on paper. Check it out.
Here are a few more oils on paper.
Cape Hedge beach has a sandy cove mixed with rock ledge at its southern end.
One end of Pebble Beach is sand, the other popples, stones rounded smooth by the ocean's incessant tumbling, the sound of bowling balls in the distance. This can create Rip Van Winkle moments while lying on the sand, where you forget where you are or how long you've been there.