Grieving a recent loss I visited a quiet place away from my routine, but familiar enough to be comfortable. On Decatur Island in the San Juans I would be with family and still take some peaceful walks, sketchbook in hand. On one of these excursions I climbed up a hill and turned around. Below me were the same boats I had seen every day, but from an overhead viewpoint they formed an interesting pattern. The “tops” of the overturned boats glistened in the sun and the bay appeared dark in the background. Here was an instant value study: white shapes against deep blue water. I sketched the forms and snapped a photo. Later at the cabin I painted in the drawing.
Sometimes getting an aerial perspective on boats (or on anything else) points to a new route ahead. The patterns may be the start of a new series.