Last week while doing some practicing at Bandon Dunes driving range and putting greens I thought to look around while leaving. I visited the main pro shop to do some dreaming and then headed for the parking lot for the drive home.
Exactly across the driveway of the complex is a small grassed hill (dune?) with a path winding its way to the top. At the peak was a lone small cloud on the horizon where the path disappeared. I thought, “This could be a painting…” Luckily, I had my iPhone and took some pics for future referencing.
I thought a square format would do it justice – and not too large. I chose a 12x12x 3/4 inch wrap around stretched canvas and painted with oils.
Earlier I did a plein air of Coos Bay’s waterfront which I still need to edit before acknowledging it is finished. While packing up and getting ready to leave I noticed the scene drastically changing with the Pacific fog bank rolling in as it does in the late afternoon. I thought I would return to capture it with camera some time in the near future.
A couple of days later I returned and did some shooting with my iPhone. I found you could not dawdle for the cloud of fog moved in swiftly and certain views would be gone in a flash. Later upon viewing my collection of pics I was happy with the closeness they had with my actual views with colors and values.
Late last week I wanted to do a small plein air of the beach dunes. After a late morning business visit at Second Street Gallery in Bandon I made an early afternoon stop at nearby Bullards Beach for a bit of painting.
Soon I was to receive a new awareness and respect for sand, wind, and blowing sand! All was not so bad in the beginning, but when ending I found sand was everywhere and any tracks I had made to get to my spot were blown away – thankfully, I didn’t wonder far from the main trail to the beach and its sand dunes & grass.
While gathering up things and returning to the parking lot I discovered my painting had a layer of sand sticking to the oil paint. I couldn’t wipe or tamp for the painting would have smeared. So, I left it with the sand coating. The more I look at it the more I appreciate remembrances of the experience.
On this next Tuesday I moved from last week’s easterly view to looking north across Coos Bay from Millicoma Wetlands across Coos Bay with McCullough bridge barely seen in distance. Again, more tidal land.
And, the final oil painting. When I sat to absorb the landscape in front of me I was intrigued with the meandering tide-catching streams leading to a small grove of evergreens and then winding away into the background. It all had a soft, value-changing backdrop of hills and sets of hills more distant bleeding into the sky.