This painting is from last New Year’s Eve. It was bitterly cold, for San Diego, which means it was in the upper 30s.
That night, dense fog rolled over the city and as we walked home through Hillcrest, the fog was so thick we could see only vague outlines of the buildings across Park Blvd.
This painting was my attempt to recreate the mood of that night.
San Diego Fog Painting – For Sale
A dense fog on my street in Hillcrest.
Morning light in Florida Canyon. You just have a few minutes when the sun comes through the fog like this, before the fog burns off.
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.
A scene of fog out the front window.
I started this 4×4 painting last winter, but it got messed up and didn’t dry fast enough, so I did another version in purple.
The 4×4 went into a stack of unfinished work. I found it the the other day and it seemed like a fun project to finish it.
The hills step off into whiteness
-Sylvia Plath, Sheep in Fog
Sylvia Plath was a dreary lady, but her poems are full of stunning imagery, and this is the line that came to mind while heading up into the cloud bound mountains above Santa Barbara.