
University Ave out the Starbucks window, painted at breakfast this morning. for sale
University Ave out the Starbucks window, painted at breakfast this morning. for sale
A big old Victorian, maybe? Wrapped in a colorful termite tent in Golden Hill. buy now
Palm trees and “autumn leaves” – happening in December/ January here in SoCal. In San Diego’s North Park neighborhood. for sale
I got a new radiator here. for sale
Pink sky on my street, looking down at the Coronado bridge. for sale
Palm trees in front, well in back of, the North Park Theatre. Today the weather was just beautiful, so I pulled up a lawn chair and relaxed in the shade while painting this. for sale
I always find something to paint in an alley. for sale
A beautiful striped termite tent in North Park, maybe it was South Park. Over by the park anyway. for sale
Upas St in San Diego – for sale
For Sale The view of North Park from the back porch of the Laundromat. I almost rented the house in the foreground.
Sold The view of North Park from the back porch of the Laundromat. I almost rented the house in the foreground.
I don’t normally post sold paintings, but this one is a fun trip down memory lane. I painted it this time last year.
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 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
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.