I stood high on this bluff with the wind in my hair and the sound of sea lions barking on the rocks below. The surf and the sand is something I have never painted from life before, and I felt a little daunted as I began. The water wouldn't hold still (imagine that), so I had to just watch the surf for a while, and attempt to paint it while it moved. It was kinda a strange sensation, something different. Something captivating.
I will be attempting many little "ocean scapes " over the next several weeks while I am here in Santa Barbara. It's quite a kick to be painting this while back at home (British Columbia, Canada) the weather has moved into the double digit sub-zero category. On another note of smugness, this week I get to celebrate American thanksgiving, having already had Canadian thanksgiving. Somebody pinch me.