Garages in a Burlingame alley.
This painting happened sort of by accident but it is also staged. Let me explain. I was painting in Balboa Park, a painting of some trees. And I drove home a different way than usual , through South Park.
I saw this orange house and thought, what a great orange house. Then I saw the orange Prius parked in front of the orange house and I thought, Ha! So then I parked MY orange Prius up the hill behind and painted this.
A hot afternoon while my clothes did their thing in the laundromat. In South Park, San Diego.
Saturday afternoon found me at a laundromat. I like clean clothes. I did not exactly plan this series that’s developed of paintings outside laundromats, but it has happened, and I like it.
This particular laundromat is in Golden Hill. Although Golden Hill is a chichi area with extremely expensive Victorian homes, the laundromat turned out to be a dank hole. It does, however, possess the critical amenity of ample parking and it has this tamale shop stuck under an awning right beside it.
I loved the tamale shop and the awning immediately and I had to paint it.
At the laundromat again, drawing out front while my clothes were in the wash.
Painted at the Starbucks in Golden Hill yesterday morning, looking over the Farmer’s Market.
While I was working on this drawing at the laundromat, I overheard the following conversation:
3 year old boy: What’s that?
Father: It’s a flag. Can you say flag?
3 year old: Flag. I’m gonna f*** her like a pig!!!
– I just kept painting.