This is a painting about nothing at all. I have been thinking about Miss Otago over the past week or so. I have been meaning to get down there and paint her portrait again, one more time. However, it has been raining almost continually, and when it stopped I had a mural to restore, that I promised I would do in April, when the weather cleared.
Yes, the mural is looking quite good thank you. And after the rain had cleared, and the mural had reached a good place to take a break for a few days, I decided to celebrate the fine afternoon with a pilgrimage. To see my lady. But she was gone.
I always knew that this moment was inevitable, but as they say, when the end comes, it comes all at once. The anticipated end seems to take us by surprise, no matter how prepared we think we are.
I somehow imagined that when the end came I would be there, to see her off on her last voyage. That was not to be.
Heck. It was just a derelict old trawler long past her use by date. Nice lines. Rugged. Valueless. She will make a great artificial reef, nurturing more fish than she probably ever caught. A good end.
So why am I bereft? Dunno.
But I painted this. It is where she was waiting before her final voyage.
Even nature was one with the occasion. The heavy grey cloud hung over the hard stand all afternoon, casting a shadow over Nelson haven. The other boats seem lessened in her absence. Sitting away to the side.
Miss Otago's gone.
Damn.

15106. "Miss Otago's Gone". Oil on panel. 8x10 in. $150
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