The Ghost That Helped Me Paint
I’ve been painting since I was 10 years old. In my 50th year, I pretty much know how to paint a beach scene since I grew up on the beautiful Long Island as my inspiration. However, one day, while I was painting this beach scene, I had a little help.
I was in my painting studio in the basement of my Pittsburgh house about 10 years ago. I already painted several paintings, and when I was done, I noticed that I had quite a bit of oil paint left over.
I didn’t want to waste it, so I grabbed another canvas and whipped up a beach scene which I just love to do - and again -living on Long Island for the first 28 years of my life played a significant role in the beach love.
Anyway, all was done, so I thought. I looked at that painting and felt it needed just one more thing - a fence! After all, the beach won’t be complete without some type of dilapidated fence.
So I took a few steps back from my easel and looked at my painting. I loved the colors, though the black sand was unique, and the flora added both a touch of color and a little dimension in the painting, and I was able to put my extra oil to good use.
As I looked at the painting with my fingers resting on my chin in the thinking pose, I thought to myself how nice it would be to have a fence in there somewhere.
I looked and looked but couldn’t quite figure out where this fence should go or what it should look like. So then it happened. I said it out loud: