Went out at 6 AM to see what the ocean had going. The predicted storm never happened here, just a lot of moisture. Walking barefoot through the Ironwood trees, you hear it first. Then you see it. Every hour of every day it’s different, just like anything else. Always the same cast of players, but always a somewhat different story. 
All subtleties and tones, silvery lavenders. Alizarin and Viridian, the most unexpected pairing, works perfectly well here. There are no real darks to hang things on, only notes of color, some shapes and their placements. What little there seems to grasp must be made to count for something. Two hours, and it’s gone. But it stays in one’s mind, stored up for the future paintings.
Ocean off Kalama, 11 x 14″ oil
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