This is the last painting in my series ‘ The Sea”. I noticed that when I paint a series I reach a point when the images start to move in another direction. Its an interesting process that is heavily influenced by my plein air painting. I paint my haiku paintings on location as well as in the studio. I have a tendency to paint in oil en plein air and in acrylic in the studio. I like the fast drying time of acrylic in the studio and the slow drying time of oils on location. My ocean paintings in 2018 will be going in a new direction. Stay posted!
I never knew that all these years of living along the ocean would have so many benefits . All these people who only visit Maine in the summer have no idea of what the quiet season looks like. Spring and fall are my favorite times on the seacoast. This is when you really get a chance to see the wildness of this place. When I am out by myself painting the late light over the big empty marsh on an autumn afternoon there is nothing quite like it.
I often go out to paint in storms on the coast. I love painting during a Nor’easter. I’ve found a perfect location on the Nubble in York, Maine where I can park my car to block the wind from hitting my easel. I have a wonderful easel called the Gloucester that is sturdy and strong. I use that easel in severe wind conditions. If the wind is so strong I have trouble opening my car door then I will paint from inside the car with the back hatch open. When the wind is that extreme the crashing waves are huge.
I’ve had this connection to the sea since I was a small child. I also really like wild weather. When a stormy wind blows in off the ocean you will find me walking along the edge. There is nothing like a crisp, clean wind to blow the cobwebs out of your brain. I always return home refreshed and invigorated. There nothing quite like a big bowl of soup or a hot cup of tea after a walk along the ocean during a winter storm. Heavenly.
When I am standing on the shore looking out at the breakers rolling in I never under estimate the power of the ocean. Many times I think about how happy I am to be on land watching this an not in a boat! The power of these waves is what breaks that wall of rocks into round smooth stones.
I’m watching big surf from another storm. When there are lots of clouds over head it makes the water show its true color. Here in the northern Atlantic on the southern coast of Maine it turns many shades of green. There is no bright blue ocean on a cloudy day.
I’m watching a storm pulling out to sea. I watch many storms race out to sea. I’ve watched years of storms blow out to sea. The weather often moves in from the west and travels out over the ocean. This is one of my memories of a big storm.
I live on the coast of Maine. I spend hours looking at the sea. After years of watching the sea these images appeared in my mind. So I decided to paint them. I never know what I will paint. I don’t plan on painting them. It usually happens on a day when I’m busy doing something else and I take a break just to relax and paint a few things that are on my mind. The sea is on my mind. I love this vast huge place and the feeling it gives you when you are standing on the edge of it.