An acqua alta event in 2015. Our cultural patrimony literally being washed away by climate change.
I spent 2 weeks painting in Tuscany this time last year, staying in an old stone farmhouse. It was perfect weather in a beautiful place. I never got around to photographing or sharing the pictures.
Painted on a hot, hot day in Clairemont.
I painted this after a frustrating day at the hospital. Turned out to be whooping cough! Ugh. Painting always relaxes me when I’m stressed. I just drove into a neighborhood, parked, and walked until I found an enticing spot.
Painted on location in cold and rain. Wearing shorts and a short sleeved shirt, because I did not plan ahead! I love Roman stuff.
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.
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.”