Peaks no.23

Thur. November 15, 2007
11:30am



It began pouring, hailing almost, a half hour into starting this painting. i tried to work thru it, but heta tried crawling under my paintbox and legs for refuge. i decided i would stop and get in my car and try and finish at home. A first.




Finishing this inside, I tried to hold onto the memory of the rain and wind and rain. As it is the essence of being on the spot, translating that essence into the paint. The rocks are less developed as the layers of their color were not as vivid in my memory as the whiteness of the waves and foam washing over them closer to shore. it was hard to capture the rocks being overtaken by this whiteness as it had been the most wonderful part of the image i was looking at as the rain drenched us. i may have to go back into the rocks and add more depth and color.