Waikiki

The pleasure of the beach is not often found nose to the grind of color on paper. But the pursuit of this image was a delirious romp on the paradisal edge. Conte crayon, watercolor and gouache all in play. The details were found and rendered then lost again. The fact of things sometimes argues with the rule of emotion. A picture trying to emerge can seem less vital than the sensation experienced by its creation. Here a clear image would seem wholly appropriate. The motif classic. Yet there surged over and over again a need to penetrate into the shadows and exfoliate the outer shell to try and render the ecstatic joy of being there. I think of the sojourning souls who dove deep into the ocean of the abstract long ago in search of expression.