This is Carmel Meadows Beach, at the mouth of the Carmel River. It’s main legendary claims to fame are twofold, one, that Robert Louis Stevenson wandered these beaches while he was recovering from his latest bout of ill health. He’d taken up residence (collapsed) in Monterey and ended up there bedridden for a year in 1879. He had taken a train alone to California, which is kind of dumb if you have both syphilis and tuberculosis, and arrived in Monterey to court a married lady, whose child came down with diphtheria the moment he arrived. At her urging, and in consideration of his health, he left to go camping by the Carmel river. Here, out in the woods, he collapsed, unable to move for days, dragging himself to the creek to refill his water bottle. He was found by a bear hunter, Anson Smith 72, who recognized a dying man when he saw one, packed Stevenson onto a horse and carted him back to his ranch. Smith and his ranch hands nursed Stevenson back to enough health the he could be moved. Then Smith got Stevenson accommodation in Monterey’s ’The French House' hotel, belonging to Dr. Heintz and board from a chef, Jules Simoneau who ran an adjoining French restaurant. Both of these men cared for Stevenson, again without pay, because although Stevenson’s family was very wealthy, Stevenson himself wouldn’t wire for money because he didn’t want them to know where he was, mostly because of the married lady. Anyhow, the legend in Monterey and Carmel is that during those feverish days camping by the Carmel river, Stevenson dreamed up the plot to his novel Treasure Island and as he walked the beaches later, he discovered the other old legend, vis, hidden by the mouth of the Carmel river, was an old treasure of gold dust, some say in sacks worth $5000 each (in 1870s dollars, add a couple zeros), or stuffed in seagull quills. The fabulous search for the buried treasure in Treasure Island may have been set among these California crystal beaches and twisted Monterey pine. In any case, years later, Stevenson mailed Jules Simoneau a copy of the book out of gratitude for all those free lunches. Also Carmel City named their elementary school after him. Read an excellent biography of Robert Louis Stevenson here.
Xander has hidden buried treasure all around Eynhallow, but no one has found it yet.
It is, of course, an absolutely glorious picture, something which seems to be well established by now. Still, once again (because it never hurts) : the various shades of pink which make up the main colour palette of this piece are a delight to the eyes, and the way you paint the sun is arrestingly immersive -- an article I read some time ago described how one of the landmarks in the history of painting was the first time artists "looked straight at the sun" (Claude Lorrain, with his Seaport at sunset, among many other masterpieces, was one of these early pioneers), and this is something you have really refined to the utmost. And the wave... well, the wave : if I had not already referenced an old master in this comment, I might say it has the iconic quality of The Great Wave off Kanagawa, but I will merely point out that it gives your painting a dynamic tension which is not that frequent in your work (and that the capture in mid-air of the foam is mesmerising).
Underneath it all, a slightly uncanny atmosphere pervades this beautiful and technically accomplished picture, as may well be the case with all your landscapes. Apologies if I am horribly off the mark, but I always feel there is something a bit surreal about them, either magical or eerie, or both -- in any case something far removed from a mundane California. There is indeed an undertone of menace in the thick line of scrawny trees haunting the deserted beach, while the purple hues of the sea may also appear strangely unnatural. Eventually, one is left wondering whether the red waves, rolling and crashing, are witnesses of the birth of the world, or of its end.
..but wow your water is really phantastic!
Also great story
Do you have a tutorial on how to do it?
... You really do keep getting better and better with every painting.