Venice Pier for Fishing
My Sweetheart ( now, my wife) had a small cottage in Venice, Ca. and in the early mornings, before sunrise we would walk to the Venice Fishing Pier. So the painting is how I generally saw it – in black against the white, early, just before the sunrise. There is something about the Venice pier that makes one want to walk to the end of it.
Herman Melville wrote about being drawn to the water’s edge in the opening chapter of Moby Dick
“But look! here come more crowds, pacing straight for the water, and seemingly bound for a dive. Strange! Nothing will content them but the extremest limit of the land; loitering under the shady lee of yonder warehouses will not suffice. No. They must get just as nigh the water as they possibly can without falling And there they stand- miles of them- leagues. Inlanders all, they come from lanes and alleys, streets avenues- north, east, south, and west. Yet here they all unite….”
So the ocean, and piers always draw me to them. I want to walk to the end of them – to the extreme end of land and pier. I stare out to see as far as I can see – to the horizon. And my imagination carries me past the line dividing ocean and sky.
Ventura Fishing Pier
My studio is now only a few blocks from the Ventura Pier. If I stand on a crate I can see the ocean across the railroad tracks and through the trees. My wife’s studio is a few doors down from mine. Although we do not go down there in the early mornings as we used to do in Venice, sometimes we do take the short walk to the pier and have lunch at the fish taco stand. Then, without hesitation we wander to the end of the pier and stare out to the horizon and the wonder of our good life.