Arriving in Carlsbad 2 hours early, I drove to the ocean, grabbed my Pochade box and headed down the steps to the sand. The day was flat, monochromatic blues, the suns rays unable to reach the sea. I decided to paint a portrait of a wave. I think I spent most of my time watching the waves rolling in to "see" at what point do the values change, where are the shadows and how does the water move? When I was walking back to my truck it occurred to me that I hadn't watched the water so closely since my surfing days, long ago. The sea has my heart.
Oil on Canvas Board, 6" X 8"
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