Work in Progress….
I was around 8 and with my Dad standing on the shoreline in Montauk, New York. The waves were pounding so loudly they were shattering my ears. I had seen the ocean before but this was different…..the waves must have been 2 stories of an apartment building high. They were cresting over the top and crashing down on bare sand. The boom was terrifying.
I’m recalling this memory as I paint large scale canvases of ocean waves in my studio. Exploring color possibilities of oil paint is my passion, I just love it. However, there are many other considerations to making a painting. Waves in my paintings always present front and center rolling toward the viewer. Now I know why. This viewpoint establishes the ocean as the awe-inspiring force that it is. As I stand close enough to brush paint on the six foot canvas, my peripheral vision is completely engulfed reminding me of the sensations I experienced when I first knew the power of the ocean.
Please share a memory of the ocean with me….I would love to hear what you remember.
All the best,
Casey
