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.
A hot day in January in La Jolla. Finished painting, put back on my shirt, went up the stairs, met a porn star.
Painted at Black’s Beach on a chilly day. Stiff wind off the water. It’s a nude beach but I was glad to have my down jacket with me. I frequently do prefer to strip down while painting here. In part because why not and in part because wearing clothes in this area often results in a weird vibe. I’m a weather wimp, that’s what brought me to San Diego in the first place, so too bad.
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.
Got here just in time before the trash men came, really had to work fast. They left the tree on the street, so I painted it again. Buy now
Painted on location last week in Mission Trails Park.
Painted on location in South Park, San Diego. Part of a courtyard apartment complex was tented, but not all of it.
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I painted this sometime last spring before I got sick. (Healthy now!)
Painted on location in Point Loma. The guys who live in the two houses behind me came out and told me the couch had been out there for a month. Apparently it was a rocking selfie spot. Also an unbelievably noisy place to paint. It looks like a quiet residential street, but there were cars and trucks blasting past in a constant stream like it was a freeway, and plane noise as well. But that’s San Diego. I’m sure these modest homes are worth close to a million dollars.
White peaches from the Korean store.
