Water, like skies, seems so easy. But water, particularly the ocean, is the quintessential "paint what you see" not what you think you see. When I started out I just reached for cobalt blue or ultramarine and mooshed it around. While the rest of the painting looked OK, the water sucked . . . really sucked. Because it just ain't blue. I could never understand how to use purple, green and red properly.
This week I painted a spot on Santa Cruz Island and I think I finally started to capture the water. My little Leo, age 5, gave me the best review ever. "Papa . . . I really like the water!" I asked him if he recognized the spot. Yes he said, it was the place where we hiked on Cathy's birthday. Ah, victory is sweet.
This week I painted a spot on Santa Cruz Island and I think I finally started to capture the water. My little Leo, age 5, gave me the best review ever. "Papa . . . I really like the water!" I asked him if he recognized the spot. Yes he said, it was the place where we hiked on Cathy's birthday. Ah, victory is sweet.
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