Harpswell, Maine is down east of Brunswick on the end of one of the southern most long fingers of land that compose midcoast Maine. Its gorgeous and I always feel like I am coming home. I traveled to South Harpswell as a child for our summer vacation.
The boat yard is full of big guys being fixed or waiting for attention before the summer season. I love how big and tough they are when you are up close and personal. No romantic little specks bobbing in a blue summer harbor.
This is the view looking east at South Harpswell.
I was parked in between the water’s edge and some big boats. I sketched the white boat as it moved around the harbor. They always move, pick a spot and put them in it I always say…
Here’s the start of the sketch. If I like it tomorrow I’ll work on it more in the studio. 8×10 Oil on panel.
Behind me was the Henry A., a boat I have fallen in love with. Its so big and sturdy. I think about this boat being the only thing between me and the sea when out fishing in rough weather.
Here’s an earlier portrait I started of Henry A. when I first saw him in February. The snow was all melting around him as the pavement was warming up in the sun. I shortened him to fit him on the panel – think I’ll get a wider panel and paint him as big as he really is. Its 24×36, oil on panel.