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Sep 26, 2013
Media: Oil
Size: 6x6 in
I discovered this boat yard a couple weeks ago. It appears to be where boats go to live out their final days. There must be a hundred boats in various stages of decrepitude, leaning this way and that, with grass growing up between them. It seemed deserted and somewhat creepy. I wandered around for a while, feeling just a tiny bit scared, not knowing what I’d encounter around the next hull. Then I found this tug. It’s falling apart, rotting into the river. But I love it. It was built in 1911. I’ve since met the owner of the yard, and now it’s not creepy at all. I’ve painted the tug twice so far, once perched on an old steel barge next to it, and today on a nice, solid dock.
I discovered this boat yard a couple weeks ago. It appears to be where boats go to live out their final days. There must be a hundred boats in various stages of decrepitude, leaning this way and that, with grass growing up between them. It seemed deserted and somewhat creepy. I wandered around for a while, feeling just a tiny bit scared, not knowing what I’d encounter around the next hull. Then I found this tug. It’s falling apart, rotting into the river. But I love it. It was built in 1911. I’ve since met the owner of the yard, and now it’s not creepy at all. I’ve painted the tug twice so far, once perched on an old steel barge next to it, and today on a nice, solid dock.
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