Here’s a jitterbugging couple on the beach, under the moonlight. A Danse Macabre of sorts, only with a bit of fun added. This is the season to beware of strange sights and sounds, especially in the dark. Boo! I used a mix of wicked watercolors and ghoulish gouache on a ghostly piece of watercolor paper.
Faithful readers of this blog will recognize the beautiful model in this post; it’s another one of her easy-looking poses, and I was in foreshortening heaven! Please see my post from September 23rd. This is the long pose from the same session, about 45 minutes. I use that time to draw as much information about the model as possible. Later on, after I’ve thought about the pose for a while, I refine it and then carefully transfer it to a piece of watercolor paper and finish it. Watercolors on Arches paper.
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His achievements are controversial today, but you at least have to admire the brass tacks on a guy like Christopher Columbus. For this post, I will focus only on his initial trans-Atlantic voyage. First, he had to petition a financial source that was not even in his own country to fund his idea. What idea, you ask? He only had to convince the King’s court and a few dozen experienced sailors, (meaning real-life tough guys), that he could find the Far East by sailing West in three wooden ships of questionable seaworthiness. All this while concealing the fact that he didn’t really know for sure where he was going to make landfall, he only had a rough idea; and a dream of getting rich when he got there. That he persevered, braving an ocean that could arbitrarily drown him, and keeping an unruly, mutinous-minded crew on task is a testament to his audacity as well as his seamanship and leadership skills. Columbus wasn’t the first to discover the new world continent, and his first visit set off a chain reaction that had ominous repercussions for the native inhabitants. Nevertheless, his inaugural trip lands him squarely in my old-school, Bada$$ Club.
This is a bit of a dramatic illustration of a sunset during the first trip, when the three ships, two of which were faster than the larger flagship, closed together for the night. Acrylic on canvas paper; this painting is about ten years old.
In my next life, I will possess the mechanical skills to restore a vintage pick-up truck. I don’t have a need to haul anything, but I might be able to raise my coolness factor a bit by driving around town in it. I should probably hang my elbow out the window.
Watercolor wash and ink on Bristol board.
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