I read a fabulous book called "My Name is Asher Lev" and was transfixed by both the excellent writing (Chaim Potok) and by the depth of the book which is the story of a young boy who is unable to suppress his innate 'gift' to draw in spite of his father's belief that he is wasting his time and that his "gift" quite possibly could come not from The Master of the Universe, but from the devil. It was a great story on many levels and it prompted me to want to do some pen and ink watercolors. This scene from MacMillan wharf in Provincetown is as familiar to me as my own hand. The boat on the left is named Joan and Tom. It's been there for as long as I can remember. I'm a bit rusty so I'll go back to the drawing board as the expression goes.
Thanks for all your encouraging comments and support. I'm enjoying summer and thinking about what I should paint next. No pressure.