A green summer meadow on a farm in Blacksburg, Virginia. The cows are just over the hill.
Here’s another painting of the bike path I used to ride to and from work, which wound through farms and forests and along an old railroad cutting through rock. It’s a nice ride if you’re in the Blacksburg area.
I started this painting either during or shortly after getting back from our trip to Blacksburg last autumn.
I used to bike to work through the Virginia Tech farms in Blacksburg. It’s a hilly, green town- and this spot along my bike commute always grew a giant mud puddle after rain. Made quite the mess to bike through it, which I enjoyed!
This painting is one I started in Virginia on our visit to Blacksburg last autumn. It’s been hanging around the studio unfinished until now.
We had all kinds of weather on that trip- just about everything except for snow. This day was sunny and nice- more like summer than fall.
And tomorrow! Please join us at the Lyceum Gallery in downtown San Diego for the opening of my show, “Places Here.” It’s an exploration of San Diego’s urban neighborhoods, old houses, and hidden alleyways.
Reception: 6-8 PM.
Along the bike path between Blacksburg and Christiansburg, in the New River Valley, Virginia.
Once upon a time, I lived at one end of this bike path. I worked along a fork of the path, at Virginia Tech, and frequently biked to work in all weather. It was only a couple of miles, through farms and fields of cows and mud puddles and through the woods.
Sometimes- and almost every day in the summer- I’d take the other fork, which led here. And I’d continue past this spot, making it about a 12 mile bike ride all told.
Though I rode here in all seasons and all weather, in my memory this place is a golden summer afternoon, listening to the first Sugarland album on my iPod, riding a bike.
This one went out as a Christmas present, so I think it’s safe to post it now!
I like this painting and I’m glad it found a home. This place is so familiar to me that I feel I could have painted this from memory (though I didn’t). It’s a winding gravel and mud road in Blacksburg, Virginia, and it smells of farm and cold, wet wind and it feels like frozen ears under a bike helmet in the winter. By now, the leaves will have changed and fallen, and the palette turned more to blue, but it’s just as pretty and tranquil a spot, and I like remembering it now from across the country in this perfect, sunny climate.
And now, time to put the finishing touches on Christmas dinner before everyone gets here. This year, we’re having Korean spareribs and a local wine from Temecula. Happy Holidays!
Sunset in Julia’s yard in Christiansburg, Virginia.
This is actually, finally, the last of the plein air pieces from our recent trip to Virginia. I just walked out of the house and set up my easel across the road. I hope to do more studio paintings from the trip as well.
I had a similar view from my place in Virginia, and though my work in those days was considerably more abstract- this was during my MFA days- I did many paintings with a similar format to this one. Looking out at a distant blue skyline, from a high elevation.
A cloudy day in Virginia, painted from across the street in the neighbors’ front yard.
This is one of the last of the plein air paintings from our recent trip to Blacksburg, Virginia, though there are a couple more that need polishing. Most days the weather was cool if not cold and gray, which I liked, at least in small doses.
Most every day in Virginia, it rained. But not this day, which was sunny and beautiful. I just finished this small studio painting last night, on the Huckleberry Trail in Blacksburg, VA.
*** Hurricane Relief Fundraiser ***
Some of you probably already saw this, but I’d like to donate money to an animal welfare organization in New York City to help with their storm relief efforts. I’m auctioning this painting, and all of the proceeds will go to Empty Cages Collective. You can read more about my effort on this blog post. And thanks again.
A rainy day in Virginia, with the trees beginning to burst with autumn color. We just got back from a visit to see friends and family in the area. It didn’t rain every day, but it rained most days. I enjoyed painting outside in the wet and cold.
This is a hill outside Blacksburg, Virginia, in the New River Valley. I lived here for about five years, first working at Virginia Tech and then completing a MFA degree in painting.
It’s a wonderfully scenic place, with farms and forests and old white farmhouses with red tin roofs. This is in the Blue Ridge, which really is blue as the mountains step off into the distance.
You can just walk out the front door and be in a great painting.