For those that know Laguna Beach, I don't have to say where this is. It is such a recognizable iconic spot. I had an opportunity to be at a house that was at this location giving me this view. Three photos later and back at my studio I put this to oils immortalizing it.
Newport Beach, summer, big waves, surfers, suntan oil, put that all together and you have the "WEDGE." I go down to watch the crazy, skillful surfers risk their lives to master the crashing thundering waves that brake this part of the coast. Now you ask, "Do you surf" I don't even know how to swim so my answer is a resounding NO!. I just love watching and painting the beauty of it all.
Racing ahead of what looked like a change in the weather, I turned my car around and back down the hill I went. It was hours later I heard a storm moved in with road closers just where I was. I will try another day, the mountain isn't going anywhere soon.
In crossing the heartlands sometimes up close most of the time far away; one can see empty barns, some standing proudly most looking tired, all have stories if when one stops to listen. I stood for a time and stared at this one, took a few photos and now in painting it I feel I've given it life again.
Many years ago I would travel back and forth through the desert between California and Lake Havasu on a road less traveled, to say the least. I loved taking it, one could drive for hours before you saw another car. This painting is an homage to a wonderful memory.
My son sent me this. Its morning time in at the Schwartz's, coffee is brewing, kids are up, its school time, Duk the family pet is eating and my son is getting ready for work. Why its morning time in Minnesota.
This last winter when with my son we went back to a magical place with quiet. The only sound was the water moving over and around the stones in this icy cold stream. It was picture perfect, I hope I did it justice to paint such perfection.
A quiet place just 30 minutes away from where my son lives. A short walk off the road and one is lost in the beauty. It took some time for me to finally step back to reality and take a photo. The end result and a year later I finally finished my walk.
The need to get out 0of town and disappear at times really becomes overwhelming.
Well, not having a camper and all of the paraphernalia I became friends with campers. Told them I can cook some really great meals and this started a long relationship with me as the cook, and sometimes a driver. So this is in tribute to those days. my life took me in another direction and I'm sure they are still wondering the back trails of adventure.
It was just one of those times but then again, it's always that time, you know what I'm talking about; traffic, it has nothing to do with the time of day, there is traffic. One steps out of the hotel hit's the streets and its rush hour. It is a way of life when you want to take a bite out of the Big Apple.
An Update on this painting... I just felt it wasn't finished, but now I can say it is.
In the quiet of the moment, I drifted down these waters seeing the sky above, the coolness of the waters, moving past and around stones, gently twilling in the stream without a care in the world. I was for a moment, moving slowly
The intimacy of whispering is a special moment. It is in itself a moment of privacy, confidentiality and above all trust. Even when no one is about, the voice is at a whisper, I must say with so much shouting the whisper is so beautiful not to hear.
BLUE 6x6 oil on panel With a light mist and a chill in the air, I walked out and didn't look back. it was time for a fresh start, new beginnings, big plans, so what if it ended, that's life, excuse me for a sec, I seem to have something in my eye.
It was 4:30 in the afternoon and the 5-month romance was over. I grabbed an umbrella, heading out the door. The light rain was refreshing as it washed away all making way for a clean slate. Hello, new day.
Cruising with my son in Minnesota chasing down some breweries for some assume tastes.
Traveling up and down city streets we found just what we where looking for on this one-way street of nothing but good eats and drink..
MID-TOWN 6X6 oil on pane So after traveling around doing shows from California to Portland and Kansas. In those early year's one sees such magical parts of this country. After countless photos sometimes one just speaks out and has to be painted.
Not sure how I came by this photo or how long I've had it, the only thing I knew is it spoke to me, thus I had to paint it. I remember traveling across this great country seeing small towns like this, the simplicity of a time gone by. Now we are in an age of fake news being shouted at us. Friends, and families disagreeing with a division like a chasm in a landscape growing wider. So! i painted this, hopefully not in memory of bygones, because just on the horizon one can still see trust, faith, love, caring and hope.
First off, the joy of going down to meet the waves, listen to its sounds, smell the air and just the fact of being, is a joy. So after hours of letting my mind wander I picked up my iPhone taking one picture was all that was needed, I had my next painting. This along many more will be in the Festival of arts this summer.
Ok! Ok! So I maybe I do like back allies so what. For the most part there quiet, lots of kitties scouting around finding nibbles here and there, sometimes I meet someone throwing out stuff. But for me, its a place for picture taking, a place to find a painting to do. This was a morning I met a fellow artist, a tagger of fin graffiti. How can I not want to paint this.