More than almost any other pursuit I have ever taken part
in, plein air is about the location, location, location.
It’s true that an artist can find inspiration almost anywhere
if one only takes the time to look. Think of Van Gogh’s Potato Eaters,
certainly an ungainly subject, but treated oh so magnificently.
But I can remember one morning when I loaded my car, picked up
a painting buddy and hi-tailed it 60+ miles to go to Batiquitos Lagoon, up the
coast from San Diego. It was quite a hike, and the hour was early. The weather
was ‘iffy’ for California, with fog covering the valleys. A bit on the cold
side for my soft sensibilities. Thank gawd for Starbucks.
It was really eating at me that I wanted to paint the
Lagoon. It’s a lovely spot, rustic and secluded along a heavily congested part
of the coast. It was spot where I wanted to catch the early morning light on
the water as it came up in the East, over the mountains. So I got my friend up,
stoked up on coffee and told her that yes it would be worth it. I tell you this
so that you can appreciate the lengths that an artist will go to in order to
paint in a particular spot. All this on the only morning that I could have
slept in.
I got what I considered to be a good painting that morning.
In fact, someone else thought so too, because it sold at its first showing. But
the morning is one I will never forget. The light was magical as the fog
lifted. And yes I did get to paint the lagoon. It’s that bitty piece in the
upper right of the canvas. I still want
to paint that lagoon. It’s not about the finished product but about the journey
and the location.
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