Chard in the Garden and a Mountain Path

Here are two small recent oil sketches.  One was made in out backyard when the chard in the garden was looking like stained glass, the other is from the upper path at the Botanic Gardens and the third photo is just to give a sense of scale…

Poppy Explosion

14×18″ oil on canvas– The California Poppies are taking over the garden in an orange carpet.  As far as herbal medicine goes, they are clearly good for the eyes–  it makes you happy just looking at them.  After finishing the painting we ate that ripe artichoke in the background… yum.

My Art on a Wine Label

WineCountry - 1I’m excited to have one of my paintings on a special run of a 2013 Pino Noir donated by Ken Brown wines for a fundraiser this weekend from 3-6 at the Marriott in Buellton by an organization called People Helping People who are working to help farm and vineyard workers.  The event is open to the public and you can find more information here. KEN-BROWN-VDS-FRONT-300x244

Stearn’s Wharf View

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Oil on Canvas 2’x5′

I finished a commission for a really nice young family of the view from the wharf.  It was painted from a small casein plain air that I made in December. The last shot is just to show the tomatoes coming still in the middle of January.  If we don’t get too much more frost I think that plant might lap the calendar. : )   IMG_3329 wharfview

Guerrilla Gardening

Gardeners of the world unite!
Let’s slip out in the full moonlight
          with seeds in hands
          and watering cans
And garden spades stashed out of sight!
For our first organic plot,
lets sneak into a parking lot
          and plant fruit seeds
          so folks won’t need
To go indoors for apricots.
Street medians we will reclaim,
This public land won’t look the same,
          We’ll line each route
          with herbs and fruit
Overflowing into the lanes.
Three sisters: corn and squash and beans,
Are now sprouting outside Dairy Queen,
          They have no clue,
          that it was you,
And nice touch with those collard greens.
And if we have any luck,
Children will soon learn to pluck
          free string beens,
          climbing the swings,
And extend recess and save a buck.
Once we’ve pulled out all the stops,
Who’ll want those corporate monocrops?
          No genetics here,
          And we’ve got beer-
Once we harvest that creekside hops.
We’ll pry concrete with fig tree roots,
We’ll enlist scrubjays as recruits
          to plant an oak
          at every stroke,
And give new meaning to “grassroots.”
Let’s plant city parks and vacant land,
With a living, humming garden stand,
          Let’s teach the youth
          with food and truth,
That what sustains them is in their hands.
Let “Compost! Compost!” be our cry,
It’s a freedom none can be denied,
          To love the ground,
          and help it rebound,
Gardeners of the world, unite!