For years, I have entertained this romantic notion that painting on the beach using water collected from the ocean would make for a more enchanting rich painting. It just seems like such a "live right here in this moment" kind of activity...I have no idea why I put it off for so long.
I packed a very small box of watercolor paints, some brushes and a pad of paper and took them along on this journey.
Just be quiet and reverent.
On the beach.
Put water to paper.
Add paint and watch it work.
So as it turns out, the water in the Sea of Cortez doesn't make me a better painter but it does lend itself quite nicely to water coloring in general. I sat right here and painted for a couple of hours and it was just as divine as I imagined it would be.
Joal snagged cups of ocean water for me as needed and I sloshed paint about happily. It made for a quiet and restful, restorative day on the beach.
Ironically enough, I was so busy painting, I totally neglected to take a picture.
I was totally caught up.
Which was kind of the point...but I do wish I had photos of it all.
Later in the evening, we went back to our room and I sat on the balcony (fifth floor) and painted up the last of the paper with the last of the ocean water. Next time I won't bother packing all the paints--just the blues and greens and I will take a ton more paper. I could have painted every day.
There is no real capturing of the true beauty of the ocean and the beach. You never do it justice. Only catch a momentary glimpse.
It's ever changing.
And enchanting above all else.