Spent last Tuesday at the beach, on my second plein air painting session. Was a hot and humid day but I was just happy to finally understand (or begin to understand) why so many artists brave the elements of painting outdoors.
Standing on a hill facing this cliff gave me a surge of energy that one only feels in the open sea… wind blowing from all directions, waves flapping on the distant shore, and me, from my little gazebo — thankful for the midday shade– imagining the splishsplash music on those rocks across, with the white foam dancing on top and the fishes underneath joining in the merrymaking. Imagined there was a happy midday party going on, and I was a quiet observer, maybe out of place and imposing…but then again, maybe not.
Painting brings me so much joy, and on days like this, I remember why I have so much to be thankful for.
Scene 1 was down by the beach itself, with sand and saltwater all over me. Was a raw enough experience to paint on the sand, with my legs as my easel, and with passing clouds as shade.
Can’t wait to have more of these.
Thank you to my painting group, L’arc en Ciel, for the warm welcome and friendship.