This painting was developed from reference photo's I
took while having a picnic lunch here last May. It
was very still and calm, almost as though we were the
only ones there. At our backs Mount Maxwell's cliffs rise
to their dizzying heights creating warm updrafts which
many turkey vultures and swallows were utilizing. As we
sat there scanning our surroundings and breathing in the
briny scents of low tide I could feel the presence of the
spirits that surely spend their eternity here.
Oil on canvas 36 x 48.
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"If the air is full of sounds which we tune in with,
why should it not also be full of feels and smells and
things seen through the spirits,
drawing particles from us to them and
them to us like magnets."