I painted this a few weeks ago, but it was a study for a wedding gift and I didn’t want to spoil the surprise. 8 x 13 inches, oil on linen.
I painted this a few weeks ago, but it was a study for a wedding gift and I didn’t want to spoil the surprise. 8 x 13 inches, oil on linen.
Lots of things happen on the cliffs. On the week I painted this there were two cliff rescues, with fire trucks and big winches. There was someone cliff diving and tourists taking pictures of it. There was a delivery of a classic corvette to a beachfront mansion. A street was closed off for a gas leak you could smell for blocks. And painting happened.
Painted on the beach in Coronado.
10th Street, I think, in Del Mar. A fun place to paint with the trains going by on one side and the surfers climbing down the cliffs on the other.
The original title for this one was Rock And Bird Shit, but I hate to be crass.
This mid century building and its stumpy date palm really spoke to me about the vernacular here.
I usually try to get my plein air pieces to a higher level of finish. This one didn’t quite get there.
I decided to post it anyway because I thought you might find it interesting to see work in such a raw state. So often, we are exposed only to polished work- which sets an impossibly high standard for students.
Even though this piece didn’t make it, it’s still handy for me to be able to pull these studies off the shelf and double check the light, the atmospheric conditions, the colors in the water and so on, how it made me feel. Also the things you notice while spending time in a place- trains going by, many surfers, the wind too strong for my umbrella- all the little details that might be important in a future piece, especially one conceptualized in the studio.
Heat wave in San Diego. When I started this yesterday it was very clear and hot, with strong gusty furnace like winds.
I didn’t quite finish, so I decided to go back this morning. The light, though, was very different today. Sort of like the apocalypse, with a brown haze over the sea horizon (which lifted eventually as it usually does) and a strange murky quality to the air.
Sometimes you have to choose between the act of copying what you see- that’s what Monet was generally trying to do, as accurately as possible – vs poetic license with your color. It would have been easy enough to edit the color to match a brighter, prettier day, but I decided to tread the path of angels and painted it over with today’s overcast light effects.
Painted on location on the Dog Beach.
Hot afternoon, TJ.
Gray morning in Laguna.
A nice, relaxing morning painting at the beach.
Painted on location on the dog beach. We got some rain recently- rare around here, and for once the area did not smell like urine.