Black Head, Monhegan, 2005
pencil on paper, 10" x 8"
I sat in the shade on the edge of a cliff above the crashing waves after a long walk to get there. It was afternoon and the weather had finally gotten clear. I was tired and warm and the spot seemed perfect. I could see White Head in the distance behind me and Black Head in full force in front of me. I had brought my sketchbooks and a good snack in my backpack, with the idea that I was exploring rather than working with the easel and pastels. But the spot was so beautiful that I grabbed the sketchbook and spent a couple of hours there drawing.
