6×6″ oil on canvas– The supermoon last week brought some of the lowest tides of the year. It is great to see healthy anenomes and sea stars in their underwater homes. I took the miniature painting kit out to make this sketch out at Hendry’s last week.
20×24″ oil on canvas– Imagine living in one of these homes on Miramar. For all practical purposes your shiny blue backyard extends to China. Just think how aware you’d be of the moon and tides and moods of the ocean. Imagine sleeping at night with the windows open listening to the breathing waves of your own backyard ocean.
12×24” oil on canvas— The nice gentle rains so far have been so good for saturating the landscape, sprouting the fire scars and letting the outdoor painters open the tubes of their most vibrant greens. You can tell by this old oak that lichens are likin’ it too.
This is a small 6×8″ oil sketch I made on New Years eve hiking with my family. We went to a place that out of cultural respect and a sense of conservation I won’t name. I have several times painted or sketched at rock art sites and always feel a sense of awe and wonder admiring the art of these native Californians. I love seeing the mortars nearby where the artists ground their pigments and it is always a longing and stretch of the imagination to travel back in time and picture them being made and to try to understand their meanings.
12×36″ oil on linen– This is a fun season for painting the ocean when the low light angle illuminates the crest of the waves. The season is like a changing tide right now– the days are turning longer and washing in more sunlight.
20×48″ oil on canvas– I added the final touches to this painting made over two mornings at Ellwood. Here in Goleta, winter is really our spring when the seeds that have been drying in the clay soil for months finally get saturated with sweet rain. Here’s hoping for some more of it this weekend!
15×30″ oil on linen– I was thinking of what it would be like to be a plant on the canyon floor as I made this one. How much would you look forward to that one hour when the skylights in the trees finally line up with the sun and you get your fleeting daily shower of sunlight? How grateful you would be for the rare California storm that gets your creek flowing again. The sweetest things are the ephemeral ones… they arrive in a moment, then go.