I've been thinking alot about why I wasn't happy with my last post of the darling Beehive Cafe in Bristol. It's because the painting is too sweet, too typical. There, I've said it. What drew me to the scene in the first place was the space around the lone customer on the upper deck, under the orange windsail. So I got out my paints today and believe I was able to capture that original feeling, as I painted, not in Bristol at the scene, but on my deck in Portsmouth, with warm breezes blowing, and the Sakonnet shimmering a rich blue under a late afternoon September sky.
