Santa Ynez River Flow

 6×8″ oil on panel– It is a sweet sight to see the Santa Ynez River flowing through its the sinuous canyons.  When the water pours out of our tap in Goleta and Santa Barbara it’s fun to think how it traveled down this serpentine path to Lake Cachuma and to see if you can detect the taste of sage, yerba santa, coast live oak and ancient sandstone in your glass.  I caught this view yesterday off Paradise Road with my ultra-light painting kit and think I will make a big studio painting based on this composition.  

Rolling Green Hills— Sedgwick Preserve

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.

Painting at it’s Purest

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.

Sprouting Fields–Ellwood

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!

Savoring the Ephemeral

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.