View From Corbyn Head
Oil on Panel
28.6 cm x 40.5
Unframed
A Morning at Corbyn Head: Capturing the Elements
One breezy morning, I found myself drawn to Corbyn Head, a sea view point on an exposed location. Perched on the edge, the wind carried the invigorating scent of the sea, and the railing became my anchor as I set up my easel.
The task at hand was to capture the essence of the choppy sea. I tried to convey the relentless dance of the waves as they met the rugged cliffs below. An occasional swell would spray up to my position. Looking toward the sun, still low on the horizon the water shimmered, the high peaks becoming translucent with light.
The brushwork is intuitive and lively, mirroring the very energy of the sea.
A glimpse into the untamed spirit of the sea and the elemental dance of wind, water, and light at Corbyn Head—a moment in time, forever preserved.
Oil on Panel
28.6 cm x 40.5
Unframed
A Morning at Corbyn Head: Capturing the Elements
One breezy morning, I found myself drawn to Corbyn Head, a sea view point on an exposed location. Perched on the edge, the wind carried the invigorating scent of the sea, and the railing became my anchor as I set up my easel.
The task at hand was to capture the essence of the choppy sea. I tried to convey the relentless dance of the waves as they met the rugged cliffs below. An occasional swell would spray up to my position. Looking toward the sun, still low on the horizon the water shimmered, the high peaks becoming translucent with light.
The brushwork is intuitive and lively, mirroring the very energy of the sea.
A glimpse into the untamed spirit of the sea and the elemental dance of wind, water, and light at Corbyn Head—a moment in time, forever preserved.
Oil on Panel
28.6 cm x 40.5
Unframed
A Morning at Corbyn Head: Capturing the Elements
One breezy morning, I found myself drawn to Corbyn Head, a sea view point on an exposed location. Perched on the edge, the wind carried the invigorating scent of the sea, and the railing became my anchor as I set up my easel.
The task at hand was to capture the essence of the choppy sea. I tried to convey the relentless dance of the waves as they met the rugged cliffs below. An occasional swell would spray up to my position. Looking toward the sun, still low on the horizon the water shimmered, the high peaks becoming translucent with light.
The brushwork is intuitive and lively, mirroring the very energy of the sea.
A glimpse into the untamed spirit of the sea and the elemental dance of wind, water, and light at Corbyn Head—a moment in time, forever preserved.
