During the recent school holidays, we stayed for a few days in the beautiful town of Whangamata on the Coromandel peninsula. It was raining almost non-stop, but in the few hours of dim sunlight, I took some source photos (see below), and this painting is the first beach painting I have ever done as far as I can recall.
A poem about the beach and – for me – of fatherhood:
With Kit, Age 7, at the Beach We would climb the highest dune, from there to gaze and come down: the ocean was performing; we contributed our climb. Waves leapfrogged and came straight out of the storm. What should our gaze mean? Kit waited for me to decide. Standing on such a hill, what would you tell your child? That was an absolute vista. Those waves raced far, and cold. “How far could you swim, Daddy, in such a storm?” “As far as was needed,” I said, and as I talked, I swam. Stafford, William. Ask Me: 100 Essential Poems of William Stafford Graywolf Press. Kindle Edition.
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