The party was tonight, she must get ready for the big event; what to do first, so many things to think about, one thing is for sure, the right shade of lipstick and finish it off with pearls.
It was a joy to paint this and wanting to do justice to the original photo taken by Mark Guttridge owner of Ollin Farms www.ollinfarms.com In painting this I did not want to copy the photo but capture the feel, the essence of, and in doing so, I got to re-visit dear friends and Marks farm. Thanks, Mark for caring about this planet.
Prints might become available in the future, but for now, please enjoy
On a back dirt road, this young longhorn stopped and stared as I did as well. I was in my van, window down and we just looked at one another. After a time he moved on, joining the rest of his group. and I did the same.
Road to the Flat-Irons in Colorado while on a visit to my good friends was magical. I was struck by how flat and broad the landscape was. The feeling of space was amazing to my eyes. I wanted to say by-by to all.
A disappearing happening of the big-top, circus, tent-show that would come into the heartland either by train or a caravan of trucks, find a field and set up a show of shows.
The drive back to Los Angeles was slow. What began as a soft rain was the beginning of a downpour. With no place to stop, I just kept driving as the lightning made contact and the distant sound of thunder speeding me along.
How could I not want to paint this? Challenging is it was, I needed to wander down this magical of paths to completion. This will be in this year's Festival of arts 2019 Laguna Beach CA.
It was early morning, the sun had not made its way over the tops of the hills, the ocean; calm I was made my way to the pelican diner on Coast highway, I could taste the pancakes and smell the bacon. Soon it was going to be showtime at the festival of arts and the beginning of summer for us crazy's.
It was just one of those evening. The theater just let out, I turned my caller up on my coat, shoved my hands into my pockets and began to walk in the misty night air. Everything was going fine, all was as planned, another hour and I was a free man. I smiled to myself when out or the shadows she stepped, gun in hand.
Distant hills, winding road soft focus and a 1952 Dodge Nash Stationwagon and I had a painting. I wanted a feeling of a time gone by, I think I captured that.
This is part of an ongoing series of my black & white paintings. The original is 24x24inch canvas fall color, so to do this in a black & white scale was the most fun.
As I moved deeper into the valley the vistas that opened were breathtaking. There were countless things to photograph no matter where I turned, I was dizzy with Ideas of things to paint. An hour had passed before I realized I had not taken even one photo, then finally, this came into view; I had my next paintings in my sights.
The magic of the mountain, changing, growing, ruling the sky and lands below. The Barn also changing, fading, empty, and yet adding to the magic of the mountain.
After a long hike, I finally made it to the top. From there I was able to look out over the valley, feel the cool air, see the fog rolling in, smell the sea just on the other side of the valley below.
Sometimes everything just works out. Art is such a crazy thing to have to do. I say have to, for if I'm not paintings, searching, and needing to paint I would go nuts. So for me, it's a lifeline to who I am. It is a great escape, it is my moment to get lost and explore the wonders a never-ending moment. I'm at home