Where Go the Boats?

Dark brown is the river, golden is the sand.

It flows along forever, with trees on either hand.

Green leaves a-floating, castles of the foam,

Boats of mine a-boating- where will all come home?

On goes the river, and out past the mill,

Away down the valley, away down the hill.

Away down the river, a hundred miles or more,

Other little children shall bring my boats ashore.

Where Go the Boats?

Robert Louis Stevenson

Wow, its been a really long time since my last post!  I've been neglecting my blog in order to get some personal projects done- this being one of them.  This was a project that my wife came up with to give me something to paint.  I really wanted to try something in a picture-book format but I didn't want to tie up too much time on a longer story.  It was a great opportunity for me to work with a sequence of images and try to carry the story through.  The paintings are about 14 X 25, under-painted with acrylic and then finished with alkyd. Overall it was a great process, though pretty humbling, and I'm excited to try my hand at it again soon.