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Ellen Paull

Ellen Paull

Ocean Grove, NJ

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I was born in Los Angeles and grew up mainly in Seattle, Washington, both seacoast cities. When I was nine I first heard of the issue “What will you be when you grow up?” As soon as I heard that one of the choices was “artist,” I knew yes, that was it. Perfect--I was already making art! I got a degree in painting from the University of Washington, Seattle, and went to study in New York. I went to the Art Students’ League and was a scholarship student at the National Academy School of Fine Arts.

Then life happened; I sold some paintings, and I did many different things. In 2003 I came to stay “for a while” at the Jersey shore. I went to the beach every day. I have always loved the ocean; I thought what a lovely idea it would be to paint it. I like to paint very realistically, and so I found that I really wanted the ocean to stand still for me, so I could see what it was doing, what that color was under the lightning-fast breaking curl, what shape, etc. I saw that I had two options: I could either be like an ancient Zen painter and ponder closely for 18 years, then go home and paint the ocean I had ‘become’ or? I got a camera and began taking pictures. The last time I counted I’d taken over 30,000 of them--and more since. In fact, they took on a life of their own for me, and I decided to post them here.

I made paintings, not very good ones to start. They were not very big and they took me many hours to make. I have become a bit better now, but I have discovered that I like taking a long time over a painting.

Thankfully, I have ceased to trouble myself over whether I am a great artist; it seems to me that an artist makes what it’s in her to make, and that is what matters and what gives joy. I may love Mozart, but it doesn’t mean I can write a symphony, even a bad one, so why should I agonize over my inadequacy before Leonardo and Monet? Perhaps what I make will give some joy to others, as it has to me—may it be so.

 

Sparkling water of June 2 by Ellen Paull

 

Sparkling water of June by Ellen Paull

 

Summer waves by Ellen Paull

 

Friday morning by Ellen Paull

 

Rushing and roaring in by Ellen Paull

 

Dune roses by Ellen Paull

 

Great Auditorium in Ocean Grove NJ by Ellen Paull

 

Spring flotilla with guardians by Ellen Paull

 

Iris and lilacs by Ellen Paull

 

The end of winter by Ellen Paull

 

Free bird by Ellen Paull

 

Simple seascape by Ellen Paull

 

Sycamores in June by Ellen Paull

 

Columbine by Ellen Paull

 

Garden beards by Ellen Paull

 

Dancing in the garden by Ellen Paull

 

Morning light in the garden by Ellen Paull

 

Flags in wind by Ellen Paull

 

Raindrops by Ellen Paull

 

Little wave by Ellen Paull

 

Dancing sky in April by Ellen Paull

 

Spring wave by Ellen Paull

 

Pink morning light by Ellen Paull

 

Early morning sky by Ellen Paull

 

Rocks and shallows by Ellen Paull

 

North Atlantic in May by Ellen Paull

 

May at last by Ellen Paull

 

Porch corner by Ellen Paull

 

So yellow by Ellen Paull

 

Golden bearded by Ellen Paull

 

Bee among beach roses by Ellen Paull

 

A flagrant creature by Ellen Paull

 

Storm in May by Ellen Paull

 

A day in May by Ellen Paull

 

Glorious May by Ellen Paull

 

Glorious May 2 by Ellen Paull

 

Glorious May 3 by Ellen Paull

 

Glorious May 4 by Ellen Paull

 

Glorious May 5 by Ellen Paull

 

Glorious May 6 by Ellen Paull

 

Beach day afternoon by Ellen Paull

 

Lilacs and new oak leaves by Ellen Paull

 

By the sea by Ellen Paull

 

By the sea 2 by Ellen Paull

 

By the sea 3 by Ellen Paull

 

Ocean Grove postcard by Ellen Paull

 

Sycamores in spring by Ellen Paull

 

Sycamores in spring 2 by Ellen Paull