Sketch from a trip out to Montauk, New York last fall. I kept looking for things to paint until, just as I gave up, this happened. The fisherman was trying to make his way through the ocean just so he could cast from that piece of rock further out. With each bit of ground covered, he’d get swept backwards, the same way surfers do when they duck into waves they don’t wanna ride. After about fifteen minutes, he managed to grab hold and clamber up the rock. By this time the crowd on the beach had stopped what they were doing to watch him, so we all clapped when he made it, though I’m sure he was oblivious to our applause, as the sea continued to wail on him in spite of his seemingly lofty perch. He managed to cast twice before a wave took him back to shore.
Later, I asked him what sort of East Coast fishing technique this madness was called. He laughed and said he didn’t know, and that it just looked like a good spot. I suggested ’surf fishing’, and he agreed. “That’s it!”
There’s some kind of lesson here for me, the reluctant painter when it comes to taking risks. Or maybe the scene belongs on one of those cheesy motivational posters equipped with puns like “Cast your fears oceanside.”
I’ll figure it out eventually.