Painted on location downtown. This place was moved to put up a high rise, and I was glad it got preserved. I forgot my paintbrushes and painted this with a q tip and the back of a pencil eraser.
Protecting the Conscious Capitalists from people living on the streets, one spiky plant at a time.
Painted on location in Clairemont.
I spent 2 weeks painting in Tuscany this time last year, staying in an old stone farmhouse. It was perfect weather in a beautiful place. I never got around to photographing or sharing the pictures.
Painted on a hot, hot day in Clairemont.
I painted this after a frustrating day at the hospital. Turned out to be whooping cough! Ugh. Painting always relaxes me when I’m stressed. I just drove into a neighborhood, parked, and walked until I found an enticing spot.
Found this one by accident one afternoon and it was still up under gray skies the next morning when I had some time to paint.
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.