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.
Rhythms
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.
Sketchbook Dump
Just a few pages of my current sketchbook as I practice & plan for more plein air sessions.
Am Wandering
My love affair with wandering and this cove continues. A few drawings and a painting from today.
Lately
Two Thousand & Seventeen
It's always a good thing when the first piece you finish in a new year turns out to be something you absolutely love.
In the Garden of
Sketchbook experimentation leads to new things. Rolling with it.
Late Afternoon Camellias
Another plein air piece from the Norfolk Botanical Gardens in preparation for an upcoming spring show. This one was a serious challenge with the composition and the tricky lighting that was changing so rapidly as I painted, but it was well worth the effort. (Frozen solid hands and all.)
West
A fever dream of purple cacti. Missing the west coast a lot lately.
New Year, No Sleep
In deciding to continue experimenting with my style, I forgot that it means I'll never sleep again. This piece kept me up til 5am.
Can't decide on a title, I was going to go with "Faceplant" but I have a love/hate relationship with puns.
Mind vs. Mouth
When your brain and your mouth can't agree on what's going on.
Twenty Sixteen
I can't remember the last time I was so excited for a new year! I've got a lot in the works, and one of the projects I started nearly at the stroke of midnight on the 31st of 2015 is this:
If I could realize this dream in large scale it would be that of a long wall stretching out of sight with carefully arranged canvases telling the small stories that a sprawling meadow keeps to itself.
In the Ancient Maze
Needed a break from all the holiday work to create for myself. Out came this little guy. I don't know why, but recently I'm very interested in revisiting my time spent in Venice. I guess I just miss that lovely, lively water.
Gather In the Midnight Meadows
Wondering what gathering in midnight flower fields would be like.
Venezia
Once Upon a Time...
I lived in Venice.
The End.
Guest Bedroom
My hallway into our guest bedroom, aka, The Chill Chamber, aka, La Jolla, aka, whatever we decide to call it each day. Gouache on paper.