I see beautiful sunsets almost every night outside my living room window and they are often spectacular. So I’ve been painting them, sometimes on raw canvas, sometimes on watercolor paper. Sometimes they really look like sunsets, sometimes they are more abstract. Sometimes they are garish, sometimes muted. So I’m searching for the perfect sunset, though I often think I’ve found it every evening outside my window.
In no particular order, some of my recent sunsets:
The cars on the Palisades Highway can be seen intermittently through the trees, and the little bridge over Spuyten Duyvil at night looks like two lines of light.
By now, I’ve lost track of how many sunsets I’ve painted. But they all bring back the wonder at how beautiful our world can be.
This is based on a very small watercolor sketch I did on a plane years ago. Don’t remember if we were coming or going or where, but do remember the feeling of awe.
Perhaps this should be titled Trying to capture the perfect sunset. I often think I’m seeing the perfect sunset, but painting it is something else.