Oil 2006 (18”x24”)
They smile down from the lofty plateau; down on the strand of sand called Strands, out over the ocean, and on to the sky, and to the mighty comforting head of Dana, the rock they thrive upon.
Formed over billions of years, a spot level enough to stand an easel, offered itself to me. Sea lavender lined windowless walls, a cover of pink icicles carpeted my adopted studio floor, while butterflies floated among their blooms.
Spring was waking. Nesting birds were singing, while pregnant fat-bellied squirrels, in busied preparation, scurried in the shadows of weeds and vines.
It was a joyous time.
Glorious views circled us; the flowers, the creatures and me. To the south, adorned in a brand new coat of vernal green, loomed the head of the mighty stronghold. To our east her neck rose and fell in cascading florescent color. To our right our eyes feasted upon the coastline stretching northward all the way up to Palos Verdes. And before us, to the west, the grandest of all the great waters, the Pacific Ocean, caressed the shore and soothed our souls. Unfolding, unending, ever changing - I drank these breathless views like fine wine, a sip at a time. All the studios in all the worlds, stand pale next to the one I found here. The awe-inspiring splendor, inhaled degree by degree, portrait by portrait, lifted me up to a place I had never been before.
Settled in and comfortable I painted the daylight hours away. The surfer’s delighted cries, the soaring hawks call, and the voices of the singing songbirds wrote the music and the words for Strands Spring Song.
It was a joyous time.
Below the chin of the mighty head, carved out by wind powered picks and pounding waves, a refuge pocket rolls inward like the turn on a shell, where joggers, thinkers, dreamers, lovers, and artists like me, pause a reverent moment to touch the calloused surface of this loyal servant.
It was a happy time. It was a very happy time – harmonic – serene – surreal, until the day they fenced the smiling blossoms, the world and me - the day ‘progress’ ate the scene, the flowers, the bees, the birds, squirrels, rocks and sand. The day change altered, devoured, the glorious landscape I was painting.
It was a sad time.
As your eyes fall upon this portrait, as you study the age lined headland face and the lavender, ‘smiling’, ponder the moment, immortalized in restful peace.
My lofty studio, the flowers and weeds, the birds, pocket mouse and beetles, toads and snakes, the fortress and the cove, the sand and the sea, embodied a rare spirit The presence is strong. I felt this spirit when our eyes first met, when the portrait was no more than a glint in my artist’s eye. I inhaled this force for an hour, maybe longer, left and came back for more. I was never so gratified and never so humbled.
That spirit I felt lives and still breaths in this smiling portrait. I know this, for its soul makes me cry.
May this glimpse in the life of an artist and his canvas, enhance your viewing pleasure.
Feel the spirit it embodies. RLP
Original Oil – Sold
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