watercolor painting of shipyard by emily weil

daily painting | red ladder

Yesterday, Easter Sunday, the photo I took in this Port Townsend, WA, shipyard, called to me. A man on a red ladder, dwarfed by this ship, working on the hull of this massive vessel and it was just very cool. Talk about a deep draft! So much hull. Maybe it’s big so it can hold lots of fish, as it works the waters of the Pacific Northwest. Maybe it goes up to Alaska. Maybe it does other things I have no imagination for. 

The chunky mass of this boat! The man on the ladder looks like a toy. I did the painting, then decided it was a bit too stilted so I spattered ink and paint to loosen it up, which improved it. 

I guess I can’t get enough of ships and water and boats. Even though I live on a houseboat I go to a coffee shop on the water so I can be next to the estuary. In my plodding, often sodden journey of loss and grief I am reminded of the words of Jesus addressing his disciples, freaked out as they were in a boat as a storm kicked up: “You shall not capsize.” I don’t even know if those words are in the New Testament, really (my born-again past is showing itself), but I will imagine they are as they soothe me during this wild ride. Don’t know where I’ll come ashore. But I’m still afloat, trusting.

9″ x 12″ watercolor, pen, acrylic ink on paper = $140

 

 

 

watercolor by emily weil of shipping parts made into flower pots

daily painting | recycled shippy bits

As I rode my bike through the old navy base on Alameda Point near the USS Hornet, a gate was open into what looked like a former shipyard. Cool stuff! Like these giant pipes, maybe once part of the exhaust system on a big ship, repurposed into flower pots. I explored and took lots of photos, a treasure trove for me to use as painting subjects. This part of Alameda is a favorite part of the island — the former base is full of innovative businesses from distilleries to drone makers. It is rusty and dilapidated and unpolished and slightly dangerous, with many fun corners to discover. I worry that new condos and Starbucks cafes will soon take over this wonderful area that still is uncrowded and wide open and fun to poke around in. So I will enjoy it as much as possible, with its spectacular SF skyline views and the occasional peregrine falcon flying overhead. To be mobile and enjoy these small adventures makes me deeply grateful. As did getting my 2nd vax shot a few days ago (mild flu symptoms the next day). As I rolled up my sleeve for the vaccination I burst into tears just at the thought of hugging my grandkids again. Hope is perching on my shoulder, a bit warily, chirping in my ear.

9″ x 12″ watercolor, pen, acrylic ink on paper = $140