Still exploring the shifting personalities of this view.
Here's the bright flashiness before things subdue, little by little neighbors turn out their lights, and the glitter of the city floats into the sky.
Still exploring the shifting personalities of this view.
Here's the bright flashiness before things subdue, little by little neighbors turn out their lights, and the glitter of the city floats into the sky.
When you’re young, there are things in life you take as a given. Because, what reason would you have to second guess them? As I’ve grown, the one thing I long for with an ache that feels like a part of me is missing, is a garden. (Happily, in my current place we’ve worked hard to set up a mini one, but I still dream of acreage.)
This scene is of the first garden in my life, and I’ll always think of who tended to it, what it taught & provided, and how special it is to have a garden.
An exercise in letting go. Broke my brain a bit, but for the better (I think).
From a time I went out hiking Mission Trails a few years back.
The colors & textures of this field - strewn with decaying logs and fresh sprigs of grass - is a reminder this time of year always brings. Let things change.
Vintage architecture being a (lot a) bit of an obsession of mine, it was inevitable I fell into a series focusing on all the magical details. The rhythm of Midcentury Modern roof-lines have my current attention.
I orient my paintings to be a blending of memory and mood rather than a straightforward recording of reality - for me, this one satisfies both so well. I’ll never forget the vibe of this space now that I have it painted exactly as it feels.
I have a crush on this place. Expect to see more of it.
Though really, why not do both.
Ten points if you can name who belongs to this rarest of smiles.
A few new things. A really fun commission and an idea I’ve had in my head for ages.
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Back from disappearing for a bit.
Fell in love with the simplicity of a no. 2 pencil recently.
I didn’t think so before I did this study and I’m more convinced after.
Pages in my sketchbook - two color studies playing around with palettes I don’t naturally gravitate to and this study of ‘At The Moulin Rouge’ circa 1895.
Lautrec has made a solid case for bringing black onto my palette.
Balboa Park has a lot of little secrets, but one of my absolute favorites is this lion fountain that you have to wander a bit to find.
A recent one from Balboa Park, I was chased out by a thunderstorm - the thrills of plein air.
Just a few pages of my current sketchbook as I practice & plan for more plein air sessions.
Literally. Finally got out to plein air with my new, lightweight set up yesterday. Could’ve done without the sand wasps about my ankles.
My love affair with wandering and this cove continues. A few drawings and a painting from today.
Another custom Ex Libris design, this one for a rad bar owner in LA. There’s so much personal meaning and messages coded into it, it was a real thrill to work out.
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A recent custom Ex Libris tailored to a love of sci-fi, space, and music. Midcentury vibes took hold.
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It feels a bit cliché to have Sorolla as an art hero, but he’s earned that status about twenty-three thousand times over and all you need to do is look at one single piece of his work to understand why.
Digital study of his Rosebush at the Alcazar of Seville.
Been feeling a lot of chaotic energy lately. Was needing an outlet in some energetic lines so I looked to the last scene of Keaton’s Battling Butler to satisfy my urge.
Been a very long time since I’ve approached line work like this. I feel like I’ll need more of it to get this cabin fever knocked out.
Self portraits I did in the before times.