Tag: Marina Bay Paintings

It is winter in New York, cold and grey, but the air is clean, full of life. The Mist studies time progression pigments flow hand in hand with time. It catches a glance of time seeing from the beach.  In exploring and growing the memory recalls a life lesson that teaches us to appreciate life, and we respect it simply because of its intricacies and riddles—enough to treasure our beloved and the people who surround us. When we think of the Mist, evoke nostalgia and wonder, prompting the audience to reflect on their own memories and connections.

Its beauty is in us we take it or leave for nature does not measure our moods it has been there for centuries. Caressing and sheltering us with its unconditional love. Hardships moments in time are learned through self-overcome. the cold view does not measure it blast you and shake you until we learned to live with. Which translates that pain and struggle come with growth and strength consciousness.

As winter’s sunset slips by, it appears almost secretive, with gusty winds stirring the air and obscuring the view, sparking our imagination. The water reflects decaying poles, evoking memories of a bygone boardwalk, where piles stand like vigilant souls against the tide, whispering that remnants of the past still linger, quietly watching over us.

Perhaps time remains, along with vague opacities like the Mist, but our will is still strong. Nature teaches us resilience, urging us to stay awake and purposeful. The Verrazano Bridge stands in the Mist as a giant director, beholding wooden poles with numbers reflecting what is next in our minds, symbolizing endurance and hope for the future.

The Mist 6″x12″ Watercolor on paper

One among the many transporters from Long Island in New York. At night breezy and comfortable. But it all depends on where you are sitting. On a summer day, enjoy the trip on the top level. You can see Connecticut on the other side. Your car is in good hands. And by the way, the Galley has a good breakfast if you pass by in the morning. Among other currencies as the friendly bartenders. The name comes from the Irish reduced anglicized form of Gaelic fearadhigh, meaning “unknown name.” Most related to the old English verb ferian, “to carry.”  The Ferry.

The location of Port Jefferson is named after our President Thomas Jefferson. They were founded by steamboat companies who built them.  On the other hand, the illegal consumption of alcohol, such as rum, became a problem for the authorities. Production was confiscated from 1921 to 1933. Nowadays is replaced with tourism and business.

Moreover, the winter shows metallic blue on the water. The boardwalk on a snow day cast shadows in various light purple and greens from its surroundings.  Exciting and full of surprises.  The Ferry/Transporter

Further to say, the most complicated part of working on these specific subjects is the water which changes every second. I placed together different fragments into one image. Then enhanced on large to small scales, followed by the first waterfront, poles second, steamboat third, and the sky in the back.

I use the watercolor medium for its open and transparent pigments. It also gives the rigid mechanics a loose and more relaxing style. On the contrary, oil painting is luminous and spontaneous.  The Ferry/Transporter

Then it comes to the details of the water. Decisions must be made to make it work, such as in which direction the waves are moving. Also, its reflection is critical. This last one is what enriches the subject with hue variations.

“Port Jefferson Ferry” Size 18″ x 24″ Watercolor on paper 2017

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THE FERRY