The real impetus for this painting is still in the works. I spotted the work boats tied to the end of the pier on the far left side, out of the painting. The light was glowing on the boats and I just had to paint them. By the time I set-up the easel clouds had moved in and the motive was gone. Happily this scene caught my eye, an overcast day in Harborton, VA. Of course, by the time I finished it the roses had come and gone, what with waiting on subsequent overcast days, one of the disciplines of painting on location.
Sunday, June 7, 2009
Hunting Creek South 30 x 40" Oil on linen Sold
I've always been fascinated with woodland streams, possible harking back to my boyhood days frolicking in the woods of Maryland where I grew up. While I was working on this painting a pair of water snakes glided out of the rocks, he was smoking a cigarette, ah, nature. Skinks were scurrying over the bridge and by the time the commotion of my arrival settled down the raucous conversations of birds took over any thoughts of music going through my head. Glorious mother nature.
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