Boys on beaches having fun are irresistible subjects for me. Boys on beaches wearing red are even more so.
I love paintings that show a person’s mood or emotion in an identifiable setting. Boys on beaches are almost always having a blast, and their body language shows it. They’re as joyful as — well, Louis Armstrong playing Potato Head Blues.
But I digress.
Friends ask why I do representational art. The great Edward Hopper explains why:
The inner life of a human being is a vast and varied realm and does not concern itself alone with stimulating arrangements of color, form and design.
He also explains, sort of, why the color red on a Cape Cod beach is so vibrant:
…there’s a beautiful light there — very luminous–perhaps because it’s so far out to sea; an island almost.
The painting above is taken from an image of my nephew Scotty throwing a rock at Sandy Neck Beach in Barnstable, Mass. He was 10 years old and visiting his grandparents in nearby Sandwich during Easter vacation. Scotty and his older brother and sister were getting restless, so Grandma and I took them to the beach. That’s the power plant and the Sagamore Bridge in the background.
It took me a year to get around to it, but I finally finished Scotty this week.
I’ve done several other paintings of boys on beaches. One, Boys of Summer, was just accepted into the New England Watercolor Society Regional Juried Exhibition. (Very exciting.) They’re walking on the boardwalk on Town Neck Beach in Sandwich.
Another of my favorites was also set at Town Neck Beach:
I painted the last two paintings five or six years ago. The boys are probably in their late teens by now. I hope they’re still able to cut loose at the beach.