You might recognize the image, sort of, its art after all, not a photograph. But a real photograph exists and it captured me with its funky mystery, a mystery that became more and more curious as the painting developed. I can't tell you what is being hauled under the tarp or why the tug and and whatever is being tugged require a blue hose floater all around. But UK John probably has a pretty good idea since he was there. I'd love to know. Where is the hotel? How can turf have locks like the Erie and Panama canals do? Maybe none of these questions matter, but its fun to have them while in the painting process because usually you are just going along with the flow, solving problems you understand from all the years the paint played its tricks and worked itself out into something that was never really planned.
I added a port bow light to insure this elderly workhorse stays safe in the dark. 12" x 16" watercolor and gouache on Arches