How I fell back in love with landscape (and seascape) painting… thanks to a little coastal village in Newfoundland called Twillingate…
I found myself drawn to the siren song of this little ‘Rodney’, joyfully bobbing in the ocean waters off the ragged edge of ‘The Battery’ in St. John’s Harbour. The image reminds us that we
On our first full day in St. John’s, we took a little drive to a place called Petty Harbour. It’s a quaint and tidy little place, punctuated by history and simple beauty. As we were visiting, my wife snapped a photo of this ‘salty dog’, quietly standing guard on the pier. As soon as I saw the photo, I fell
I have loads of pictures of Lloyd, Mike, and yours truly, cleaning cod fish in Lloyd’s rustic and wholly authentic stage, where this ‘CFA’ learned a whole lot about cod fishing. Lloyd must have cleaned thousands of fish over his lifetime, so it’s really a marvel to watch him work. Having grown up on Twillingate Island, he and his lovely
Most visitors to Tilting on Fogo Island love this little stage. It’s a well documented place (there are likely thousands of photos out there). But to me, this little red structure has a lyrical and quietly epic story to tell. Weary and worn, propped up on sticks, this little red stage seems poised at the very edge of the world,
On our way to visit Phil’s family in Botwood, we visited a place called Lewisport. This gloomy day was painting a grey green cast onto the water giving it an eerie calmness. Bright gold seaweed surrounds the rocky structures that occasionally break the water’s surface. It’s the kind of scene that inspires artists of all stripes. Side note: Lewisport is
I painted this iceberg for our very dear friend Phil as a special birthday gift (age unknown… 🙂). I took my time painting this one, all the while maintaining a committed to capturing the icy blue coldness of the North Atlantic. Although bright sunshine generously fills the scene, it fails to disguise the ocean’s darker nature. This iceberg is so
Once again, Newfoundland serves up a shockingly awesome vista… This day on Fogo Island was filled with sunshine, creating a symphony of colour. A pleasantly moored row of punts floats carelessly in the distance while the orange peachy rocks loom
Painting icebergs is an exercise in patience, focused engagement, and consistent use of technique. It took a fair amount of time for this iceberg to come into being… so no surprise that it took a fair amount of time to paint it. After having lived in Newfoundland for a few years, our dear friends Mike and Phil commented that they
I love this particular location for all sorts of reasons… it’s especially beautiful at low tide, (you can see Lloyd’s stage and shed), and it features the dock to which both Bonnie & Lloyd’s and Mike & Phil’s boats are routinely moored. It’s a spot from which we’ve set off on many an amazing ocean adventure and one that is
Sometimes, at dusk and at dawn, the sun illuminates these rocky outcroppings, painting them with a pumpkin orange brush which so beautifully compliments the cool blue water… Orange and blue is one of my most loved colour combinations, so painting this image was a no-brainer. Another beautiful day in Twillingate!
Though this watercolour has its own title, it should have a subtitle… “Barb’s Stage!” This painting does indeed belong to my wife and it appears here with her permission 😉. While visiting the wonderful Fogo Island, I came upon this image, which was one of the first to capture my imagination and re-awaken my love of painting. I decided to
Fogo Island has so many incredible vistas. Each of these takes on a completely different look, depending on the time of day, the amount of
I couldn’t wait to start painting this iceberg scene. Three uniquely different blue hues saturate the image. The viewer is low on the open water, intimately engaged with this blue behemoth. People seem to connect emotionally with both the effect
Once the “painting icebergs” bug bit me, I found this image which had a mysterious quality. It’s as if these three distinctly unique forms are drifting towards each other. .. A quiet collusion, a secret quorum or a natural cabal! Either way, it’s an epic scene, a frozen cityscape. The Council | © Philippe Dupas 2015Original oil on canvas
I painted this image for our dear friends Bonnie and Lloyd. This is the ‘blueberry house’, Lloyd’s family home where he grew up. The house has been renovated in recent years, successfully bringing this quaint little house very close to its original state.Beautifully nestled near the shoreline, the ‘blueberry house’
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