I met my friend Janette years ago when I was out with the NYC Urban Sketchers, and it's because of her that I started egg tempera class.
She lives up in Tarrytown, and we were talking about painting locations in class a couple weeks ago.
The Sleepy Hollow Lighthouse is there, and she told me it's a nice place to paint.
I have been wanting to get out to new places, and today was a great day to do that... weather looked good.
Janette said she admires my perseverance and dedication to plein air, but the truth is neither of those things...... I really just have nothing better to do and nothing going on.
Anyhow, I started painting around 12 and put the sky in first.
This is on a re-used panel that was toned too dark and I fought with it a bit, lesson learned going forward.
I got enough paint on there to cover but I think it only worked because it's cold enough for the paint to get stiff and I didnt use any medium.
So about an hour and a half into this painting, the wind switch turned on FULL FORCE.
Not gusts, just never-ending pounding wind.
It was horrible.
I had to take my hat off and my not-empty backpack, which was lying flat on a bench, was blown off the bench. That's how strong the wind was.
I had to turn my back to the river and the lighthouse so my body could shield my box and also because of wind in my face.
My tripod did tip over once, which is really saying something because I was on stable flat ground.
I never tip over in the wind.
If I had known it, I would probably have stayed home.
When you are losing a physical battle with the wind, you can't focus.
This is especially true when your back is to your subject matter.
So.... my painting has a really embarrassing drawing issue that I cannot believe I didn't catch.
If not for the wind, I think I would have... and if you don't know what the lighthouse looks like you probably wouldnt notice but... yeah.
I'll have to go back and do it again.
8x10 oil
Janette came to say hi when i had just finished, and she took these pictures of me being tormented by the wind.