About 20 plein air artists were lined up along the ridge over The Arch in Mendocino, CA., the evening that this painting was created. All I could hear as I worked was the rhythmic swoosh of the waves as they broke against the rocks, and the sound of paint brushes against the canvas of those nearest me. In this moment in time I felt such a connection with the beauty of nature surrounding me as I watched the sun slowly dip towards the horizon. The gold and crimson path of sunlight on the waves was astonishing. All I could think about was capturing this beautiful moment.
About 20 plein air artists were lined up along the ridge over The Arch in Mendocino, CA., the evening that this painting was created. All I could hear as I worked was the rhythmic swoosh of the waves as they broke against the rocks, and the sound of paint brushes against the canvas of those nearest me. In this moment in time I felt such a connection with the beauty of nature surrounding me as I watched the sun slowly dip towards the horizon. The gold and crimson path of sunlight on the waves was astonishing. All I could think about was capturing this beautiful moment.