Due to whatever meteorological phenomenon, we have had magnificent sunsets in San Diego these past few weeks.
Here, a classic case of not checking the flight status. Ever helpful, I went to the airport to pick up the traveler. I crawled through the clotted traffic, sweating bullets, feeling very late, but actually being an hour early. So hello, art junk in the trunk, hello painting. for sale
Mid Century clean lines in Point Loma. for sale
San Francisco Bay from Russian Hill. I chose this vantage point because isn’t that always the way? A gorgeous view with a tree in front of it.
And in a way, it’s better, more tantalizing. for sale
A small spot of beauty on a busy street. I painted this last year.
A beautiful blue recycling bin in a sunny Hillcrest alley. for sale
A small plein air pen and ink with acrylic in downtown San Diego. This is the view from floor 6 of the Horton Plaza parking structure. I painted this last year, on a hot windy day in winter. Today I went back in a silver rain and thought of this piece. Painting watercolor in the rain, of course, being a futile endeavor.
Palm trees and power lines in The People’s Republic of O.B. for sale
I love big, wild bunches of bougainvillea, and I paint it whenever I can. buy now
This painting happened sort of by accident but it is also staged. Let me explain. I was painting in Balboa Park, a painting of some trees. And I drove home a different way than usual , through South Park.
I saw this orange house and thought, what a great orange house. Then I saw the orange Prius parked in front of the orange house and I thought, Ha! So then I parked MY orange Prius up the hill behind and painted this.
We picked up lunch here at the Bi-Rite on the way to the Legion of Honor. buy now
Julia asked the worker- sandwich chef?- what would travel the best. He had a beard and San Francisco pallor and gave the question very serious consideration before offering a measured response. He was obviously an expert (albeit in an obscure subject), and I liked how seriously he treated his sandwich creations, which really were excellent- perfect rustic baguette, salty prosciutto, creamy fresh mozzarella and basil or arugula or something.
Also I’d like to mention that the guards at the Legion of Honor did not care that we carried an entire box of wine into the museum. Later in the day after much time on buses and through different foggy microclimates, the guards at the De Young also did not care that we brought half a box of wine into the museum. Only in San Francisco, probably, god bless them.
A pretty great day.
Gentle gray light in The Mission. We waited at this bus stop for approximately 1 million years. Dolores and 18th. for sale
The Rainbow Bridge over the 15 freeway near Fallbrook, CA. Painted last year as a study for a commission.
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A Christmas commission!
More paintings in my shop
On the fringes of Little Italy- for sale
Little Italy in San Diego is a strange combination of things. There are excellent Italian restaurants and people at least pretending to be Italian. There are gleaming high rises and also tired old buildings like this one, which is abandoned and probably waiting to be turned into a gastropub or craft brewery.
