"A Stern Glance" Watercolour 12 x 16 As I confessed yesterday, I absolutely adore the myriad looks of water. As a great way to view it, canoeing is delightful while occasionally heart-stopping. Nonetheless over many years of white-water paddling together, Jon has never once dumped me (in either sense of the word, I should add). My husband is truly a water-baby and he has taken me to waterscapes I would never have seen on my own.
Of course, once having viewed glorious water, I wanted to learn to paint it. Working in watercolour some time ago, I started a portrait of Jon sterning the canoe on Saltspring, as seen my vantage place up front in the bow seat.** The portrait and the canoe went fine and then I froze. It took two years before I had a moment of sufficient nerve to finish the water. What did I finally realize?
ROUNDED DIAMONDS ON THEIR SIDES. Now go paint some water.
**Never have learned to stern a canoe -- Jon tried to teach me once in the Humber River in three feet of water but I looked up to see an enormous harbour police boat which had approached because we were going in circles. He must have thought we were drunk. No, just uncoordinated. After receiving a warning AND A TICKET, I cried for an hour and Jon knew that his position in the stern was his for life.
Of course, once having viewed glorious water, I wanted to learn to paint it. Working in watercolour some time ago, I started a portrait of Jon sterning the canoe on Saltspring, as seen my vantage place up front in the bow seat.** The portrait and the canoe went fine and then I froze. It took two years before I had a moment of sufficient nerve to finish the water. What did I finally realize?
ROUNDED DIAMONDS ON THEIR SIDES. Now go paint some water.
**Never have learned to stern a canoe -- Jon tried to teach me once in the Humber River in three feet of water but I looked up to see an enormous harbour police boat which had approached because we were going in circles. He must have thought we were drunk. No, just uncoordinated. After receiving a warning AND A TICKET, I cried for an hour and Jon knew that his position in the stern was his for life.
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