16×36″ oil on canvas– This was a sunset to remember… layers of mountains dissolving in to the light and particularly speedy clouds racing and changing colors across the sky. Thirty minutes earlier and the day was still afoot– a thirty minutes later and the stars were glowing behind the clouds. This area burned eleven years ago in the Zaca Fire and it has beautifully risen from the ashes like a true phoenix. Nice work, mother nature… : )
16×20″ oil on canvas– This painting began as a demo at my painting workshop a couple weekends ago. I was showing the group how to quickly block in the essential shapes of light and dark in a composition to freeze a moment like this when the light is changing quickly. I had a great time sharing my technique and ways of designing images with a really fun group of artists. Drop me an email if you’d like to be on the mailing list for future workshops.
Thought I’d have a Bob Ross moment and make my first painting video. This was a painting session up Tunnel Trail last week with lots of “happy little trees” to try my hand at. I’m calling the finished painting “All Downhill from Here.”
12×36″ oil on canvas– I enjoyed painting the echoing serpentine lines flowing through Summerland from up on Ortega hill. It was a relatively clear day and you could see for miles. That’s Carpinteria in the mid ground followed by Rincon Peak and then Ventura sticking out behind.
20×20″ oil on canvas– The meadows in the Botanic Gardens are aflame with poppies right now. Bees are swarming, the air is warming and the short sweet season of spring is in full swing. Sorry about the accidental post earlier in the week– I was working on my website and pushed the wrong button. : )
15×30″ oil on canvas– Not a bad perch for posting up an easel and watching the waves roll onto Garrapata State Beach in Big Sur… I’m curious who the lucky folks are whose homes are on the ledge and who call this place their back yard.
15×30″ Oil on Canvas Panel– Nothing has more beauty and mystery than a deep, fern-filled redwood grove with a playful stream meandering through. Places like this are medicine for the spirit– my breathing slows, my shoulders drop a few notches lower and I feel completely grounded and at peace here. My hope for the trees in these woods is that they all grow to be giants and that after they fall they are slowly and gently returned to rich soil by banana slugs and other beautiful decomposers.