“veiled in a silver curtain” 30″ x 30″ oil on canvas
“Under the thinning fog the surf curled and creamed, almost without sound, like a thought trying to form inself on the edge of consciousness.”
― Raymond Chandler, The Big Sleep
There is something about fog over the water that is at the same time eerie and comforting. It swallows up the light of the rising sun and then beams it out in a beautiful satiny glow over everything. The world feels more silent, the only sounds being the calls of passing gulls and breaking waves.
As I stood on the beach that morning, I was struck by the soft silvers and the golds in the water and the sky. Each color harmonizing and flowing into the other, like a living, breathing version of Christmas wrapping paper. The pattern ever changing, as the waves rolled in and the clouds and fog wrapped themselves around the sun.
So soft. So peaceful. So hypnotic. So comforting… that soft blanket of fog and sun and sea.
This painting is part of my solo show opening on Thursday, April 15 at The Grand Bohemian Gallery: