Yesterday afternoon, I left the house with my son Gabe and drove three hours to spend a last few hours with my wife and daughters at the end of their two weeks of being at Tina's family vacation house on the Jersey shore. I was really too tired to make the trip, and it was ridiculously brief - we're all home now - but I got the opportunity to sit in the damp sand early this morning at the edge of a frothing ocean, trying to catch some essence of its movement, the sand laden breakers, and the pink grey light in a drawing. And since I'm still tired and now grumpy, I'm going to just make this statement, then elaborate another time: I love to draw from life and despise the idea of drawing from photographs.
daybreak on the beach at Mantoloking, NJ, 8 1/4 x 11 9 /16, Derwent watercolor pencils
