Old blue

There is something about pointillism that is addictive, even after my last marathon piece with it. There is also something addictive about the ocean and aging boats at dawn.

Last summer I was up before light one morning and took some photos by the water in Flatrock.  As the sun was rising its pinkish light hit an abandoned boat lying on the slipway. The paint was peeling off and the wood weathered beyond a rough life on the ocean. 

Grass seeds had found a home there in some moisture filled crevice and grew beyond all odds, giving a little life to the old dory.

I took some photos of the boat in that early light and have taken them out from time to time to consider what medium would suit it best until pen and ink found its source.  I'm using a mix of colours and perhaps mediums in this piece.  I'm working on a smaller scale than the last.  This is 6 x 7.5 inches, so shouldn't take me months to complete (I hope).  I find the technique soothing and while progress is slow with my .18 or 4 x 0 nib, progress is there.

I scanned this start and don't think that it gives a good impression of the drawing.  Perhaps a photograph would give better definition.  Or maybe I just don't have the patience for all the fiddling and adjustments in Photoshop to achieve good colours and sharpness.