Tidal Pool

Seagull calls and ocean waves; warm sun, salt spray and the smell of a tidal pool at low tide. This is where beach combers find surprises in the form of unusual shells, beach glass, an occasional conch, or maybe a starfish. Beach bliss!

This is mostly transparent watercolors with a touch of gouache. 

Ocean Moon

Countless words have been written by mankind about that mysterious and romantic satellite that lights our night world. Some of its mysteries were unlocked 50 years ago today, when mankind took a giant leap on its surface. Still it shows up like a wise old friend, faithfully beautifying our night world, and giving us a chance to briefly pause our hectic lives and relax under its comforting glow. I painted this after a midnight visit to the beach.

Late Spring

There is a Rhododendron bush in my yard that is nearing the end of its life cycle. Every year another branch or two will die back, leaving it looking a bit less robust than a younger plant. The remaining live parts of it, however, still produce a nice crop of brilliantly colored blossoms in the spring. This is a fast sketch in gouache that I made to try to capture the lively energy that the remaining plant still has.

Honoring the Lost

Among the many roles of the rugged PBY Catalina during the second world war was search and rescue operations for pilots and sailors who went missing after missions. If you were one such unfortunate, and saw this not very handsome aircraft descending through the mist it meant safety and home. The PBY was a true angel from heaven and many a serviceman got a second lease on life because of its ability to land and take off on the ocean. Even so, many of these planes left on missions and never returned. Notwithstanding warfare, the vast expanses of ocean are unforgiving, and the rescuers themselves faced the same hazards. This Memorial Day, here is my tribute to those we lost.

In Memoriam

Our local arts community was recently hit with the sad news of the sudden and unexpected passing of one of our stalwart figure models. 

He was a regular for many years, and posed for quite a few schools and art groups in the region. A soft spoken and humorous man, he sometimes drew with us on nights that he was not working. 

This is a couple of ten minute sketches drawn almost exactly a year ago. He is and will be greatly missed as a friend, fellow artist and model.

Mirror Monday…

and a self portrait. That’s me just to the upper right of center, above the model’s reflected back. To the upper left of center is Charlie, a colleague and a regular at figure drawing workshop, and beside him, watching with a critical eye, is a plaster bust of George Washington. This is a fun 45 minute pencil drawing from my sketch book. I might turn this one into a more finished piece, since there is plenty of detail in it.