On Day 1, we stayed at Asilomar. People needed to get accustomed to their equipment, the schedule, the weather, the whole situation, so it made sense to stay on the premises, which are walking distance to the ocean.
Our room is so tiny that I am keeping my supplies in the trunk of the car. After assembling what I thought would be useful for the morning painting session, I headed to the beach. My easel is heavy and cumbersome, so when I saw this, I thought it might be a good place to paint.
But the ocean was calling me, so I soldiered onward.
Is that PEBBLE BEACH, the fancy golf course over there??
After walking around a bit, taking a few photos, and thinking about the options, I did one quick sketch to confirm my choice.
Next, I wrestled with my heavy, rebellious excuse of an easel, finally getting it situated.
Here is a series of progression photos.
The painting was interspersed by conversation with passersby and other painters. We were told that it is best to not look at other people’s work while painting because it causes discontent and do-overs. As a result, there was much joking about wiping off canvas and starting again after seeing other’s efforts.
Painters were set up all along the beach.
The painting session was also interrupted by occasional walks into the water.
The kelp was very thick, and although I didn’t see a single shell, I did encounter this jellyfish.
I took one final useless photo, thinking it would show me the scene in order to finish the painting later. Alas, it was too bright out to see the screen of the camera, hence the “useless” description.
I didn’t really like my painting, but I couldn’t figure out how to make it better and it was hot. Didn’t matter, because this is all about practicing and learning. So, I headed to the other spot that I had chosen in the morning. It was in the shade, rather chilly, which was a nice change. An employee of Asilomar stopped by where several of us were setting up to remind us of the “excessive heat warning”. I almost fell down laughing but managed to restrain myself.
I’m liking this one and will definitely finish it later. I even got one final useful photo because I was able to see the screen of the camera. (Okay, not so useful. You can see how the light changes over the course of 2 hours.)
However, I am wondering where to buy a new easel and if I can find a trash can large enough to accommodate this sorry excuse of a plein air easel.
More will be revealed. . .
4 Comments
Heavy anything makes me want to ditch it. You have a well loved( ?) easel. If you put a for sale sign on it, you probably would get offers for it from other artistas!!!!
I gave that bad boy away. Done. Finito. Gone-zo.
Don’t you feel better getting rid of something? Especially a heavy something? I take a big inhalation, then let it out. Magically better!!!!
What you spotted, I believe, was the Inn at Spanish Bay. The Pebble Beach Golf Club is on the other side of the peninsula. But if you’ve seen one luxurious, celebrity golf course, you’ve seen ’em all.
Did the employee give you the “excessive heat warning” when the temperature reached a blistering 85 degrees?
It looks like you had a wonderful time!
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