Let the painting lead the way
Speaking of titles, here is another painting I did in Capitola. When I first saw this scene, it looked quite black and white. It was late in the day, the sun was setting in the west (towards the horizon in this view), and was backlighting everything. I took a photo that was much more in silhouette than what my eyes could see - I could, of course, discern all the details in the shadows, which the camera doesn't pick up. Between what I could see, and what the photo showed me, I had a jumble of information in my head. I started with a small sketch in color, and it was pleasant, but something was missing. I did another one in different colors. Something, again, was amiss. Then I did a larger painting and started it in color. Midway, I abandoned it - the color seemed too garish. Then, the lover of value studies that I am, I decided to do this in grays. As I painted, it felt right. The painting was telling me: remember? I was backlit, and you liked me in silhouette? Paint me that way. Fo...