A hot day in January in La Jolla. Finished painting, put back on my shirt, went up the stairs, met a porn star.
This is from last October. I was staying in an old farmhouse in Tuscany.
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.
Trash cans are the cows of urban landscape.
Painted on location in Balboa Park last spring.
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.”
I’m working on a series of pictures of this spot. It’s a hike from anywhere you can park. They’ve recently installed a 3 way stop here, which has had the weird effect of making the spot seem much busier than when it was just a stretch of 50 MPH road. It alternately smells like exhaust and like growing things.
When I painted this one, the wildflowers were in full bloom. I went back today to do another piece as the landscape dries out and becomes the brown, gold, and tan of California summer. Both those plein air paintings are preparatory studies for larger pieces.
Even successfully gave directions to a woman tangled in the maze of dead end streets while painting this.
Painted on location in Hillcrest.
Painted on location in Banker’s Hill.
Painted on location last week with Danny Griego.
I’d wanted to paint an enormous twisty old oak (or whatever) but it didn’t go right. I liked the stop sign.
We spent the weekend in the Santa Barbara wine country with new friends.