Day 5 was scheduled for painting at Rocky Creek/Rocky Point, and Rocky Creek bridge, which is shaped like the Oak Grove Bridge (but built 10 years later.) We drove to Rocky Point Restaurant, which is closed, but has a decent parking lot and some trails out to the point.
Looks easier than waves.
Better do a sketch first to see if all is well with this arrangement (“composition” in Artspeak). Yeppers, I can really draw, but little sketches like this serve as a map for how I hope the painting will turn out. I made the water area larger than it actually appeared while I was perched on my little stool, feet propped on a rock.
This one felt like a slog. I really wanted to paint that bridge, but it was tiny in the distance and barely visible in the mist and morning sun. I hadn’t driven so I couldn’t go looking for a better spot, and Roomie’s car was a rental so I couldn’t borrow it. Nobody was heading back to Asilomar so that I could get my car, so I just buckled down to work.
There was a crew of about 3 guys working. “What are you doing?” “Collecting seeds to rehab”. I learned later that the rehab project was paid for by a private individual. They were getting the fuzz from coyote bush, and one other that they didn’t know the name of in English.
Oh-oh, here comes the fog.
Bye-bye, view. Guess I’ll have to finish this from memory.
The view was gone-zo, just like the easel that I broke up with on Monday. I guess everyone out there on the point were also painting from memory.
Someone named Ryan Something-or-other was painting the painters while making a video about plein air painting.
I’m guessing it will be available for sale on Streamline Publishing in a few months.
I thought this lady looked kind of neato painting in the fog.
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