Painted at Black’s Beach on a chilly day. Stiff wind off the water. It’s a nude beach but I was glad to have my down jacket with me. I frequently do prefer to strip down while painting here. In part because why not and in part because wearing clothes in this area often results in a weird vibe. I’m a weather wimp, that’s what brought me to San Diego in the first place, so too bad.
When I go to Blacks Beach, I try to do several paintings, since it’s at the bottom of these wonderful soaring cliffs and the stairs down to it are so killer. It’s a great place to paint, with every kind of light effect imaginable from the ethereal to the very stark.
Rolling surf seascape at Black’s Beach along the La Jolla, California coast. I love this beautiful area of the coast with its dramatic cliffs, wide beaches and hazy light; my knees love the stairs down to Blacks Beach somewhat less.