Tag Archives: 7 x 5 inches
Ferry Building, San Francisco
San Francisco Embarcadero
This time last year, I was painting in San Francisco. This is a piece from that trip.
Christmas Lights in Sherman Heights
This summer we moved a couple of miles to the Sherman Heights historic district in San Diego. This great old house is around the block from us, and every time I’ve walked by I thought about how to go about painting it. Then they decorated for the holidays… and voila!
Happy holidays!
Red Door, Helpful Sign
Sunset, San Diego
Skull Still Life Painting
Coffee in Horton Plaza
This Sunday’s breakfast painting.
San Francisco Embarcadero Watercolor
Painted from a bench outside the Ferry Building on the San Francisco Embarcadero.
San Francisco Skyline from Russian Hill
From the crest of Russian Hill, in search of the perfect view of the Transamerica Pyramid.
I mountaineered down steep- to put it mildly- streets and steps until finding a cool park shaded by huge old umbrella pines. That’s where I found my perfect view of the skyscrapers of the Financial District.
I also found some mossy benches leaning at drunken, uncomfortable angles. I shoved my bag and jacket under myself, trying to get fairly level to paint.
That’s when I felt it: the shaking. My cup of water tumbled off my lap and spilled on the bricks of the sidewalk. Earthquake?
Not at all. The shaking was uncontrollable leg spasms. My wimpy muscles, apparently, are not adequately up to the challenge of San Francisco vertical- street-climbing.
How did I arrive in this sorry state?
Evil French tourists!
After climbing the lower part of the Himalayan slopes of Hyde Street, and getting tired, hot, and lazy, I thought, whatever, I’ll take a cable car. So I found a stop and then the cable car arrived. I was happy. No more lugging a bag of painting supplies up these hills.
I flagged down the cable car. The conductor waved. “4 people only!” he shouted. As I prepared to get on the car, a nimble French family sprinted in front of me and got on the car instead! A father, a mother, a daughter and a son with a camera. 4 people. There was no room for me. This was an evil act.
I shook my fists at them in impotent rage and just walked up the damn hill instead. And then I underwent a physical collapse. Eventually I finished the painting and went to a bar and had whiskey. The End.
Santa Barbara Beach Painting
Sunshine & palm trees in Montecito, CA.
PatrĂ³n Tequila Painting
Virginia Farm Landscape
Evening at my friend Julia’s place in Blacksburg, Virginia.
Orchids Still Life Watercolor
Painted this morning in my kitchen.