Hawaii has always been a favorite shared place with my parents. When my dad passed away a few years ago, I didn't think I would ever be able to go back. I would miss his presence far too much. So I guess when Hawaii slipped out of my mouth this afternoon I caught myself off guard as well. I was thinking about this artist I know who does the most warm and inviting paintings of the Big Island in particular; and I began thinking maybe a Hawaiian landscape would be the #548 painting tonight. But how much better it would be to paint en plein air rather than from an old photograph. Dare I go back there in my mind?
Let me tell you how I plan to get there. I have this emergency bucket of sand. It's generally saved for crisis time... say mid-January When I am looking out the window at endless Northern California rain, truly missing the southern California beach, but it's the weekend. I really don't want to wait. So I'll pour out the sand on a cookie sheet, rub on some suntan lotion, turn up my ocean sound ap on my phone, close my eyes and pretend to be at the beach.
When I open my eyes I'll paint and show you where I went. Want to come along?