Sunrise 18

I spent some time in NYC this past week and I was lucky enough to paint another sunrise from the South Seaport. It felt so nice to be awake and painting at such a still time in the city, before the crowds started rushing to work. Surrounded by several qi gongers on the end of the dock, I painted the sun rise over the Brooklyn Bridge.

Sunrise 17

This sunrise was another sunburst from the Quincy Shore. I painted the sun once it rose a little higher in the sky, as it shed a glowing yellow onto the water below it. I painted this very quickly, and then just sat and bathed in the light for another half hour or so.

Sunrise 16

Another still morning on the reservoir and I added the last layer to the painting I had been working on.

Sunrise 15

Sitting on the dock at the Seaport in NYC. Amazing view of the sunrise lighting up the buildings and Brooklyn Bridge.

Sunrise 14

My sunrises aren't going to be consequetive, but they will happen, 49 in all. Here is another beautiful sunrise from the Quincy shoreline.



"Sunrise 14" - acrylic, colored pencil on canvas paper.

Sunrise 13

As I was heading out the door to walk to my usual sunrise painting spot in Higganum CT, I was struck by the feeling of the morning air. With the days and days of rain, the air felt completely saturated... extremely charged and intense. It was still about 15 minutes before the sunrise and the sky was a powerful shade of glowing gray/blue/white. The black trees against the sky created such a beautiful contrast, that I decided to just sit down right there and paint this simple scene. Chestnut tree against wet sky.

The air felt so charged that the space around each tree was electric. I felt like I could see the atoms vibrating around the branches. I sat there as the sky gradually lightened.

Correction: el amanecer. Sunrise 12 = Sunrise 7 part 2

I was informed that my spelling of Spanish sunrise with incorrect. Thanks Kerri :)

For Sunrise 12, I returned to the reservoir with Sunrise 7. It had been raining for days; I sat next to the raging waterfall and painted. Despite the fury of the waterfall, the lake remained as still and silent as ever, giving nothing away.

I am facing southeastish as I paint this scene. The sun, rising in the east, illuminates the sky in the southeast and then reflects into the lake. It's pretty spectacular.

I failed to bring the majority of my paint tubes with me. Again. So, I used the limited palette to add another layer to the painting. In actuality, the scene was much mistier, much grayer. So, I will return to this painting again to add the final detail.