Rambling in public

I've done it. I've agreed to give my first ever talk on my artwork. My stomach is already a bit knotted. I have half an hour...but there will be pictures, and amusing anecdotes....and a myriad of bunny trails. Hopefully I can tie it all together....or hopefully it comes together like one of my mixed media paintings. Only with words....and not having to wait for layers to dry. I wonder sometimes what I have gotten myself into AFTER I agree to things. Cape Spear!

"Cape Spear" ink & watercolor on paper in my sketchbook

Cape Spear is located on the most easterly point of the North American content. Any further east and you are likely to require the coast guard to fish you out of the chilly Atlantic. It's very very windy there and the trees have either been blown away or used up by past occupants...or both. The coast is very rugged and either has supremely jagged rock out-croppings where the ocean foams and boils away, or it ends abruptly in a steep cliff face.....and a plummet to certain death. It was very hard to produce this sketch and it is one of the few I painted on site. The wind wasn't cold, but it was so forceful. I almost lost a brush and had the sketchbook itself launched from my hand...so I resolved to only sketch and save the painting part for the less blustery accommodations in my room back at the hostel. I was safely perched on a wooden bench with a very sturdy railing to lean on, so there was no danger of me being shredded on the rocks. Between the ocean and the wind there was nothing else to be heard. That factor alone had a very isolated feeling to it, but not in a bad way. The signs along the trail read "caution: dangerous coastline" and had a little stick man demonstrating the peril he was in. Dangerous coastline...no kidding.