Red Rock Canyon Painting

Red Rock Canyon Painting, Las Vegas, Nevada

Red Rock Canyon Painting, Las Vegas, Nevada – Buy now

A plein air painting from Red Rock national conservation area in Las Vegas, Nevada.

I planned to go at dawn.

I would paint glorious desert sunrises. I left the hotel at 6:15. It was only 20 minutes to Red Rocks.

I then got hopelessly lost. But hope is an anchor, and I did not give up.

Those of you who’ve known me for a while are familiar with the drill. The night before, I carefully copied down directions to and from my hotel. I sent maps to my phone. I double checked everything. I drove out of the parking garage, took one wrong turn, and proceeded to drive all the way around the city on the beltway.

Eventually, I did find the right road, so I exited 215 and drove out into the desert. I was rejoicing- but I rejoiced too soon. The road dead-ended in a half-built subdivision.

Turned out I was still on the opposite side of town from Red Rocks. So I executed a 3 point turn and drove straight across the city for about 20 miles, or 40 miles, or however far it was, and arrived at Red Rocks around 2 PM. Red Rocks was stunningly beautiful so I think it was worth it.

The day was wonderfully mild- not 105 as I had feared, and I was able to work on several paintings. Here’s the first one.

Red Rock Canyon Plein Air

Red Rock Canyon Plein Air

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View from the Cosmopolitan, Las Vegas

View from Cosmopolitan Hotel, Las Vegas Painting

The view from our 51st floor balcony at the Cosmopolitan Hotel in Las Vegas. Another plein air piece- I didn’t touch it up and just left it rough. I like it this way.

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Vegas Painting

Painting in Vegas

shephard fairey

Leaving Vegas at the crack of dawn, laden with heavy, heavy painting stuff. Shephard Fairey mural in the parking garage of the hotel.

Painting of the Louvre, Paris

Painting of the Louvre, Paris, France

Painting of the Louvre, Paris, France

Yes, we are off to Paris today… just kidding. We are actually off to Las Vegas today. I’m tagging along when Mike goes to the Splunk conference because I want to do some paintings of the desert. And if it’s too hot, I might just do some paintings inside the fake Venice, which is air conditioned. And I might do some paintings of the fake Paris which is also in Vegas. It’s Vegas; who knows what I might do.

I haven’t been to Paris in a decade but I filled up a notebook with drawings last time… the proceeds from this painting go directly into my Paris Or Maybe Italy plein air painting trip savings account. 😉

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Industrial Landscape

San Diego Industrial Landscape Painting

San Diego Industrial Landscape Painting

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An industrial building off Convoy in San Diego. This is by our favorite Korean restaurant (Grandma’s Tofu), but there’s never any parking so we park by this place. I really like the street- mid century warehouses and industrial buildings and acres of parking lots full of big trucks and delivery vans.

Pulitzer Prize winning poet Rae Armantrout recently published this piece about her love-hate relationship with San Diego in Newsweek. (Matthew Hall of the San Diego Union- Tribune responds here.)

I don’t want to be scathing about the essay, since I think what she’s trying to say in her graceless way is that her suburban childhood blinded her to the quiet charm of this place. And I think that’s fair enough. A lot of people probably feel that way about wherever they grew up. They want to get out of there and try someplace different. Then they eventually move back to their hometown and never stop complaining about it until they die.

I wanted to mention Armantrout’s essay because my entire body of recent work deals with the “here-ness” of San Diego.

Armantrout says San Diego has no charisma, no sense of place, has a “blankness.”

But she’s wrong about that.

Gertrude Stein was equally wrong when she said of Oakland that “there’s no there there.”

There’s a there everyplace. Every painter knows this. If you think there isn’t, the thing that’s barren is not the place you live; the thing that’s barren is your imagination.