It was a party.
Good restaurant. Nice fences nearby. What more can I say?
Near my grandfather’s place deep in the Oklahoma countryside.
I painted this last year in Barcelona.
A nice, relaxing morning painting at the beach.
Painted on location on the dog beach. We got some rain recently- rare around here, and for once the area did not smell like urine.
Lemons from my yard, and limes from the supermarket.
The Prado seen from the Cabrillo Bridge. This piece is on display at the historic Marston House in San Diego as part of Art of the Park, an exhibition of paintings of Balboa Park dating from the 1915 Panama-California Exposition to today.
Here’s one from when I went to visit my aunt in Boise. I debated whether I should post this painting because it’s right on the edge of work I think is complete enough, vs work that is only a study. But I like it like this.
The golden hour in Santa Barbara.
For a painter of topography even minor changes in locale can be significant. This painting is from mid 2013, and near my old house. A transitional time for me, when I moved from Hillcrest to Sherman Heights. Night and day different neighborhoods though only a couple of miles away. This piece reminds me what it felt like to live in the old neighborhood, what those artistic motivations were, not so long ago.