Leaward Lines, Gentle Colors

A simple sketch in the middle of nowhere, a boat tied fast, done for the day. The 360 panorama was pearlescent pink and gentle blue. Water for miles and miles. Nothing obscured my view, except a cruise ship way off in the deep channel; it too moored for the night to come.

I love these times of day. That switching from one thing to another. The romantic in me was captured by the pink that caught on all the edges. This is a boat and small base camp full of manly men you see. They were getting ready for rum and cigars, cutting chum to feed the sharks, while I was wandering round the decks taking pictures of pink. I would be sipping scotch soon enough, but for now I was captured by the stillness, the peace, the glaze of harmony in a wild place after a day in the sun.

I am thinking this will first go to collage. I want to do gentle washes and piece those together. I am thinking of Japanese prints. There's sky in the water, barely a few ripples, a big cloud of pink. Not sweet, more like pearls, luminescent, like the inside of an oyster. My friend the Florida writer, manly man Randy, loves the word lucent when he writes of Dinkin's Bay...yes, lucent would be the word.

I better get busy...this, hm, needs to be an extreme horizontal...how to paint empty wild open spaces and time in between times?...and there's that geomeric intrusion...how do I paint a gentle breeze? Well, I guess I just jump right in.....Wake up Brush and get Scissors we're going in.