
Driving through Wiscasset Maine today, I saw this scene. There is nothing amazing about the subject, but I was taken by the light on the water. Although I didn’t have my paints with me, I decided to stop and try something my father-in-law once taught me: Look at the scene and try to remember every detail. Close your eyes and re-build the image in your mind. Open your eyes and see what you missed. Close them again to refine the image and so on…
My father-in-law was not a painter, but he thought like one, and would often use this tool during cold winter days to bring back scenes from summers on the lake. In the end, whether the memory, or the painting, perfectly matches the scene doesn’t matter: the important part is to capture the essence of the mood that inspired you in the first place, so that you can look at it at any time and be transported back to that special place.
My father-in-law was not a painter, but he thought like one, and would often use this tool during cold winter days to bring back scenes from summers on the lake. In the end, whether the memory, or the painting, perfectly matches the scene doesn’t matter: the important part is to capture the essence of the mood that inspired you in the first place, so that you can look at it at any time and be transported back to that special place.




