North to Newfoundland

Eddie's Cove West / 18x36 BASICALLY, I COULD move to Eddie's Cove, paint every day and be happy. There wouldn't be anything else to do, but I think that would be OK. Peter and I could travel down to Cow Head and hang around with the guys I met there one morning. We could chop our six cords of wood, and dig around in our garden by the road. Aside from that, there would be painting, walking and staring out to sea. And some days, that sounds just about perfect. The landscape is beautiful and brutal at once. The sky and the ocean are the color of rocks, and in the mornings, look hard and immobile. Clouds bunch like fists, threatening, nearly every day. The sea churns, but the waves are not huge. I marvel at how close the buildings are to the water. Above, Eddie's Cove West is marked. Newfoundland is so large, it's hard to show one town, one place. I hope you've been looking at the map as the trip has progressed! *** Money, Math and Two G...

Eddie's Cove II / 10x10 THE AMAZING PAINTING DAY continues. I drive a few miles down the coastal road and come upon this building, perched near the water. It calls out to me, the way so many of these landscapes do - the solitary house, or the two or three homes close together, at the edge of the Strait of Belle Isle.                                                                                                                      There's Eddie's Cove East, where I believe I am when I am painting this, and Eddie's Cove West, which I will hit tomorrow. Eddie's Cove East was settled by Philip Coates and his wife Sarah Duncan, says Wikipedia. The first census - 10 people - was in 1869....

Eddie's Cove / 16x16 I'M HAVING ONE of those days, those magical days, when everything I try works. I can't do anything wrong. Even if I put down a mark I don't like, I'm able to morph it into a mark that I do like.  I am trying things I usually don't try, attempting landscapes I usually wouldn't attempt, and it is all coming together in a way that is making me joyful. Gleeful. Grateful.  A painter doesn't get many of these days in a lifetime, I suspect, and I ride it for all it's worth, making three paintings, painting until I am absolutely exhausted, until my shoulder is aching, until I can't paint any more.  What a day!  *** Some More Road Art I see ANOTHER driveway with rocks just like this, in an even smaller town near King's Cove. I ask four people in the area if this is a thing, some quilter thing or some political thing, but they all say they have no idea what it means, if anything.  ^^^ I se...