Found this one by accident one afternoon and it was still up under gray skies the next morning when I had some time to paint.
This area is called Allied Gardens, one of San Diego’s postwar suburbs. It has curving residential streets and culdesacs that branch off a busy road lined with strip malls. There are suburbs like this all over the country, places that once offered an idea of safety and a particular way of life and to some extent still do.
I have grown interested in this type of area recently. They really say a lot about American culture.
I am happy with this little painting, done as fast as possible. The trash guys dumped the tree out of the trash can into the street. I loved the passive aggressiveness of that.
I rented an apartment on AirBNB in Rome with a partial view of Castel Sant’Angelo, an ancient structure later used as a fortress by the Popes. The view was very partial, you could really only see it by peering over the neighbor’s patio through some kind of spiky screen covered in plastic vines. To get around that for the painting, I stood on the rickety metal steps to the roof with my easel in a planter box, on top of the crusty remains of departed flowers. In gale force winds, but I didn’t blow off.
Trash cans are the cows of urban landscape.
Some houses in the neighborhood.
A palm tree in the neighborhood. 10 x 10 inches.
When I was working on this one, a worker from the fumigation company came over and asked if I was “that guy from Instagram who paints the tents.”
Even successfully gave directions to a woman tangled in the maze of dead end streets while painting this.