Monday, April 14


6" x 6"
Oil on hardboard
I've been yearning for my skin to be warm, moist and sunbaked. I've thought about the various beaches I've sunbathed on, and have willed my spirit to revisit them, if only for a moment. 

Oh, to be forty degrees warmer than it is here today. Our weather is so blasted fickle.  If I painted this painting en plein air today, the white you see on this painting wouldn't be foam, but the ice breaking up on Lake Michigan and pounding into the sand.


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