The key word is “on”. Although I have often painted the beach, my feet have been planted firmly on the balcony or the footpath. A few weeks ago I found a vantage point on the leveled top of the ‘sandhill’. Next spot was at the foot of the sandhill for a couple of sessions and for the last three days I have been practically in the water, boots and all. Well, ok, sandals.
It is a bit squishy underfoot but with the tide and weather in my favour for mornings it has been a really positive experience. And I have met some lovely relaxed people. What could be nicer than a walk on the beach on a warm autumn day? Painting on the beach?
I will include some rough images as the paintings are still not completely finished.
A dog adopted me yesterday. I don’t know how long he had been sitting in the shade of my sandbag, but there he was looking cute and curly when I reached for more paint. Just as I was pouring him some precious drinking water into my sand-scooper, his owner strolled up, much less concerned than I was. By then I had phoned the council to advise that I had dog No 01516. It had been a bit of a chore cute as the dog was, as I am not really a dog-lover. About 15 minutes after I became aware of him he was getting restless. I even chased him when he ran after another dog. Thank goodness I had resisted the temptation to tether him to the easel. In the effort I lost quite a bit of ultramarine blue (on my shirt). Not to mention painting time… I didn’t comment when the owner said “He knows his way home.” But I’ll know next time! Am I too good-natured?
It is lovely to know how many people are interested in painting as a process! Because people walked up and back whichever way they were going, they did see a few changes. Very few mentioned how relaxing it must be.
Painting on the beach? I recommend it! How about you? Where have you planted your painting feet?