My son called me today from his boat “Watercolor”. I was in the midst of cleaning my studio and contemplating the above painting when he called to wish me happy father’s day.
Anyway. He’s out on the water with his daughter, Sommer. They are sailing to a light house. He’s making up a spooky story on their way to the light house to keep her interested.
I miss those idyllic days that live large in my mind . . . . . after I’d given the boat to my son. Some of the experiences are real, yet, most get better as time passes.
I’m studying a painting I did of one of those idyllic scenes. Having done this same painting at least 4 times, I’ve yet to capture the intense Caribbean blue that slaps you in the face when you first come upon a blindingly white sailboat bobbing in the center of an azure cove.
I had been staring at it for over half an hour when my son called.
That significant diversion enabled me to see what was wrong with this painting.
In an attempt to really create that intense blue (including buying three tubes of new more exotic blue paint colors) I’d over-done it.
I’ll create another post after I’ve made some corrections. . . . . . But first, I have to clean my studio.