Peninsula of Billionaires!

Mikki Senkarik

Blocking in the Azure Water is next. The most distant water is made more muted with a mix of Ultramarine Blue + MUD (2 parts Ultramarine Blue + 1 part Alizarin Crimson) + White. As I paint forward the colors become brighter and more intense. The water in the middle area is Ultramarine Blue + White and Ultramarine Blue + Pthalo Blue + White. Moving closer a mix of Pthalo Blue + White is used. The water at the base of the mountain and directly behind the buildings is Pthalo Turquoise Blue + White.

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The peninsula of Cap Ferrat is painted with combinations of Pthalo Blue + Cadmium Orange + White and Pthalo Blue + Cadmium Orange + MUD + White. The village of Saint-Jean-Cap-Ferrat, with its many luxurious hotels and opulent historic villas…

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I’ve gone digital – perhaps it’s just a temporary condition…. time will tell.

There is something easy and admittedly lazy about just sitting in your armchair and pushing your finger around a tablet screen. I mean there’s no mess, no smell and no brushes to clean. I’ve had this mini computer/tablet for a couple of years now. I purchased it for travelling, but with the pandemic restrictions I have hardly used this little gadget. I recently picked it up and started fiddling with it – found this digital painting app (Sketchbook), which may have been pre-installed, or I may have installed it myself, I really can’t remember.

So, I thought I must give it a try. I didn’t look at any how to do it videos, it was a journey of trial and error. These are the results, in order of execution. They are entirely ‘painted’ by myself and…

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O where have you gone, lighthouse keepers? Another murder in technology’s path of destruction. If ever there was a job tailor made for me, this was it.

Can you imagine the sweet isolation of that of a lighthouse keeper? My God, I crave it. I close my eyes and can hear the waves crashing on the rocks below, the seagulls squawking in a rhythmic cadence. The sweet smell of the salty sea air wafts past me. The Platters’ “Harbor Lights” playing softly in the background. Never heard of the Platters? Do yourself a favor.

It’s a life of simplicity, the lighthouse keeper is. Trim the wicks. Wind the clockworks. Clean the lenses. Make sure the fog horn is working. All in a day’s work, while the “office” is above the vast and secluded Atlantic or Pacific.

Nobody talks about the raw deal handed out to the simple lighthouse keeper. Today, I mourn them.

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