On that winsy morning, I felt as if I was the only one witnessing the seren beauty of Sghoodic Bay in Maine. The only evidence of other humans was a passing lobster boat  and the distant ringing of a four bell buoy. The power of the scene derives from the water, specificallt the sun sparkling on the wind-driven waves. There is a kind of joy in that sloitude, one I wanted to share in my art.

This piece was painted from an oil sketch, done on the spot, from photos and from writing that I did as thoughts came into my head.