There are few things I enjoy more than hiking with my family with a backpack full of paint and sandwiches, looking for beautiful scenes to interpret. This site is a record of my visual adventures. For information on purchasing paintings, please click the contact link. I price paintings by size and accept cash, check or credit cards.
Oil on Canvas 12×24– I had to pull over on my drive south on the Big Sur coastline to paint the early sun warming these cows. One of the cows pointed out to me, “Moo.” Translation: “They’ve got the best grass here… its delicately seasoned with sea salt from the misty ocean breezes.” I meant to try a bite, but was too busy painting. Next time…
16×20″ oil on Canvas– Morning Light on the Carmel Coast
20×24″ Sunrise through the Cypress Grove– oil on canvas
I loved painting the cool, misty light illuminating Point Lobos last week. I think it is one of the most beautiful places anywhere… truly a paradise for artists. I had fun painting with sixty of them as part of the Carmel Plein Air Art Festival.
18×24″ oil on canvas– It was a magical sunset at Hendry’s Beach yesterday. I was really happy with the light effect on this one— I tried to push the warm and cool colors to show the way the falling sun dissolves the landscape into orange light.
Here are a couple small paintings of recent skies I encountered…12×16″ Oil on Canvas Panel– Dusk at the Bird Refuge
12×12″ Oil on Canvas– Cumulus Clouds over Lake Los Carneros
12×24″ oil on canvas– I painted this in the San Marcos preserve… The black mustard is over six feet deep in places this year and can be found draped over the hills in brilliant yellow fields. You can gather the seeds and grind them with vinegar to make your own wild mustard.
14×18″ oil on canvas paneI– i found a spot to paint the sunlight on the water with my easel in the shade and my feet in the creek. When this Junco came leisurely rock-hopping downstream I had to paint him in.
10×20″ Casein– This was a casein study from a sandbar in Rocky Nook Park– Families with kids were wading up the creek and one twelve-year-old artist sat and watched and talked with me for a long time as I worked, just as I used to do when I was his age and saw someone out painting.