Showing posts with label ocean. Show all posts
Showing posts with label ocean. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 19, 2014

Inspiration


Sunsets always make me want to grab the paintbox and get to work.  No matter how the copy falls short of the Creator's glorious display, I want to capture that moment in time when the sun sinks.  Especially if it's sinking over a sea with brooding clouds on the horizon. 

I'm sure this is some kind of metaphor for the brevity of human life, the enjoyment of living in the moment, or some such. Not sure. If it were possible to capture each beach scene to sustain me for days at the desk! 

I'd like to tell my students: save your money, see the world! There is so much beauty.  But your eyes have to be open.  



There! At-home sunrises aren't bad, either.  



Wednesday, March 12, 2014

Lightening up


I had gotten the sea too dark in the acrylic below, so I'm trying to ease into a lighter, brighter sky. 

Sunday, March 17, 2013

Painting the Ocean


I'm finding this to be a challenge.  You have sun (or moon) and waves and water.  You want to paint some people walking on the sand.  The sand has wet places, dry places, and foot prints.  There's the shoreline where the foamy little wave puddle slightly.

    It helps if you've recently seen those waves, dug your feet into the sand. If you can still see that the movement is constant and dynamic.  The clouds float, the surf churns.  I'm trying to paint this convincingly.  I want to hear the pounding and swish of the water, feel the wind on my face.  I want my little figures to brace slightly against the wind.  Their hair and clothing should be a little mussed.
     We saw a semi-professional photographer shooting a pretty female showing a lot of skin on the morning we snapped these photos.  The girl's hair was stiffly sprayed, her clothing carefully arranged.  I'm not going for that.  (Ahem!) I want to portray normal people having a good time chatting and slogging through the sand. They are enchanted with the sunrise and each other.  Then, there's the guy under the palm trees who is raking up the seaweed and debris blowing around.  He's amused by all the tourists, but this is a job to him.  He's willing to work at it, enjoying the coolness, maybe, but this is where he spends all his mornings.  His head is down, looking at his work.  He's thinking about his workday, and is a little immune to sunrises.