Continuing the plein air marathon paint-out, the artist moves his easel 20 feet and paints the same boat through a “tunnel” created by a cypress.
After painting a foggy morning with a boat which I ended up calling “Breaking through the Morning Fog”, the sun came out. This location is really a lovely location, right alongside the rec trail, overlooking the harbor, full of life and beauty. I thought, why move, paint here! So I just moved the easel about twenty feet and painted the same little boat, this time looking through the tunnel created by the encircling cypress tree. I guess I just love this boat.
One of the wonderful things about being an artist is that you can employ “artistic licentiousness”, I mean, “artistic license”, anytime you feel like it. That ugly chain link fence you see in the photo, meant to keep stupid tourists from falling over the cliff onto the rocks below, had to go. So, magically, it disappeared. I didn’t see it at all as I painted.
At one point, after a few hours of painting on the earlier painting and now on this one, I became restless and needed a break and so I needed to leave everything and walk about an eighth of a mile over to the Coast Guard pier where there is a restroom. Since it had gotten a bit windy I turned the easel down to a lower profile, as you can see in the photo.
There is something about these trees that always draws me in and forces me to paint them. The dark, looking shape framing a distant scene, all seems very beautiful in person. But, I should really learn this, it doesn’t really make a great painting and I, personally, am never happy with them. That is to say, I am never happy about the results. But, too late, I had been seduced by the cypress’ shadowy sex appeal with its cute little boat dangling there like a sparkly necklace. Evil tree, it made me paint it. And now, I have to live with the results. Happily however, there is always one more canvas…