A day spent painting at the beach. Those two palms have been friends several times this month; I love the way they’re bent in the wind yet have the best view around. I ended up talking to people who stopped all day long. My faith in humanity is restored. Everyone, to a person, was so kind, funny and interesting. Canadians, New Jersey folk, midwesterners - not a harsh word, and even an offer to purchase. But I can’t yet, I’m not finished. 12X12”, mixed media on archival board.
I wish I knew enough about palms to guess how old these two are. They’ve (obviously) bent in the wind and are guarding the inlet into Sarasota Bay. The Bay, I recently learned, is only about four feet deep and full of grasslands and wildlife.