I've thought about and painted this painting a thousand times in my mind, since the day I stood on Fisherman's Wharf at Monterey Bay looking at the scene before me.
It was was early one morning, before the start of The Plein Air Art Convention, that I wanted to take a walk for some solitude. I wanted to go see this boat in the bay that I had seen the day before, on a drive around town with my friend Marcy Bailey. It struck me, how that boat looked in the bay, so grand and sort of lonely. I thought about how it looked like a giant among all the smaller sailboats in the distance.
But this morning, there it was. The same feeling struck me, but it was even more magical. The heavy fog was lifting in the distance and the morning sun was illuminating everything with peachy golden colors, and the boat in the harbor was even more magnificent.
I took picture after picture trying to capture the scene, so that I could paint it later. The photos didn't capture it all, but the image of the colors were etched in my mind. I'm happy with the results of this little painting. It takes me back to that morning and the effect that it had on me, when I stood before it on the pier.
All I've ever thought about and dreamed about, was being an artist and painting.