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.
When I was working on this one, a worker from the fumigation company came over and asked if I was “that guy from Instagram who paints the tents.”
I’m working on a series of pictures of this spot. It’s a hike from anywhere you can park. They’ve recently installed a 3 way stop here, which has had the weird effect of making the spot seem much busier than when it was just a stretch of 50 MPH road. It alternately smells like exhaust and like growing things.
When I painted this one, the wildflowers were in full bloom. I went back today to do another piece as the landscape dries out and becomes the brown, gold, and tan of California summer. Both those plein air paintings are preparatory studies for larger pieces.
Even successfully gave directions to a woman tangled in the maze of dead end streets while painting this.
A kind person gave me an entire box of miniature bundts to eat/paint. They went with a ghost baguette. Let them eat cake, you know.
