Referencing the past referencing the past.
Brilliant Corners
Quiet Alchemy
Hello! I’m thrilled to share that I have a solo exhibition on view for the next three months here in San Diego!
You can read more about it by clicking here.
Quiet Alchemy
At the Mission Hills / Hillcrest Library
215 Washington Street, San Diego, CA 92103
September 3rd - November 25th
Down Time
Past Lives no. 2
Something about music being the antidote, collecting dead people's stuff, and just wanting to sit in a lamp lit room listening to records until dawn.
(Articulation isn't coming my way at present as I'm painting like mad for a solo showing of my work happening at the start next month. Details forthcoming!)
Past Lives
From an era when I was insistent on orchids and my work put me in the way of century-old art treasures.
Otherwise, weak morning light and the desire to never leave bed (an ongoing theme).
Did you know?
Garibaldi glow. Not they themselves, but when you're out in kelp beds, looking down, twirling your legs among the sea grasses - I suppose it's the way the light filters through the water and bounces off their orange and the kelp's golden-y ochre-ness, it creates a nebulous halo about them.
You can check out how I painted the sides of this canvas here, to get at that submerged feeling.
In Two Minds About it (Part Two)
There’s some messaging to this one - follow the angles.
(Or just pop over to my IG highlights tagged ‘music.’)
Also.
Blushed or Bruised (Just as Sweet)
Of delicate pleasures.
Art Heroes
A glimpse at the corner where I paint (& dream of a larger studio).
The Artist's Living Room
My love letter to a doomed piece of architectural wonder, circa 1952.
Please stop tearing apart architect designed vintage homes. Get curious - you may realize the materials have stood (and will stand) the test of time longer than anything available today, and they usually offer the art of living, not just the promise of square footage and money.
Again
The obsession with this cove (and its idiosyncratic lighting) continues.
Untitled, I might need to start numbering them at this point.
Prelude
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.
Book Review
Came upon this scene on my way to work one day, it’s lived in my head ever since.
Surreal
A painting to remember one totally strange night (that I loved).
Read about it here.
Over it
Scenes about town. These are the kind of overlooked nothings that make me laugh. Wonder what type of day the road painter was having when this happened. We’ve all been there.
I Wonder What it Looks Like
My first go at a snow painting (if you don't count one Sorolla study).
This is largely imagined, too, since there's no snow near me (tears). Based off my "Summer Sounds" painting from last year, wondering what it would look like blanketed in sherbet sunrise powder. Here are the two of them.
Blurred Lines
Morning Bear
A favorite moment of my days.
In Two Minds About It
I want all things right now - snow hushed landscapes, and to see the first mossy path of spring, bordered with early snowdrops and hellebores.