2 days on an island. 10.2 miles on foot. 33 miles in the back of a truck. 59 miles by boat. 5 paintings completed. 4 paintings I can show here. 1 painting that might get me in trouble one day. 1 awesome team of 18 folks from the California Coastal Commission that graciously allowed me to tag along on their weekend trip. 1 of the best guides anyone could ever ask for who’s lived on the island for over 50 years to show us around. 1 old map made in the 1600’s called this the Island of Bearded People. 1 artist with a beard just smiled.
Painting on location across the California coast, accessed by van, by foot, and sometimes by boat.
30 days away from home. Stayed at 11 different homes. Slept in the van 4 times. Painted 33 paintings (3 of them got away). 3,277.7 miles by car. 4.7 miles on a bike. 27.2 miles on foot. 5 slow mornings drinking extra cups of coffee waiting for the rain to stop. 11 paintings completed under the threat of rain. 4 times I held my ground painting about 5 feet from a passing Amtrak train. 1 time I got a good talking-to for standing so close to the tracks. 6 views painted from private property (all with permission). 7 paintings completed from the roof of my van. 1 late night collaborative painting of a friend’s cat (not shown).
12 days. 18 paintings. 49 miles hiked. 110 miles in a boat. 5 nights on an island. 2 creek crossings that required carrying borrowed waders for 2 miles on one hike. 3 passing showers I narrowly managed to dodge. 1 long downpour that soaked me to the bone all 3 miles back to the cabin. 1 tick seen. 29 miles hiked on an island without seeing a single human. 5 miles hiked among the poppies on the mainland with every other human on earth.
11 days. 22 paintings. 27 miles hiked. 5 paintings completed in one day. 8 of them on an island. 2 nights in the van in awkward locations. 1 bird landed on my palette in the middle of the last painting. 1 cooler full of beers found right beside the to the door of my van in an otherwise empty carpark. 1 time I felt like telling a park ranger what-for, but refrained.
12 days. 13 paintings. 4 times broke state park rules. 1 time got caught. 1 time circled by military helicopter but didn’t have to hide, just smiled and waved. 1 painting cut short by rain. 1 morning with unlimited donuts on the beach. 3 days in paradise on my way home.
8 days. 1 bad head cold. 2 rainy summer days. 2 busted easels. 1 busted wetsuit zipper. 1 painting that blew off the easel and hit me in the face before nearly flying away. 1 odd conversation with the police. 1 gnarly lightning storm. 11 paintings.
8 days. 16 paintings.
8 days. 8 dodgy parking situations. 4 tresspassings. 2 lengthy discussions with the authorities. 1 “VEHICLE IMMOBILIZATION AND NOTICE OF ARREST NOTICE”. Zero tick bites! 23 paintings.
6 days. 2 laps around the lake. 1 trip up a mountain in a gondola. At least one van wheel witnessed completely off the ground after an unexpected “bump” in the road. Zero injuries. 10 paintings. 1 sold out show.
*East coast, as in Lake Tahoe. It’s the east coast of California anyway…
22 days. 1 San Diego Surf Film Festival. 1 Boardroom Surfboard Show. 1 Expression Session Art and Surf Invitational. 23 paintings. 1 brush with the law.
7 days. 2.5 days of rain. $26.75 paid to parking meters. 9 Paintings created on one road trip.
12 days. 1 Parking Ticket. 18 Paintings created on one road trip.
13 days. 3 separate wildfires. 19 paintings.
5 days. 8 paintings.
12 days. 1 massive film festival. 1 surfboard tradeshow. 1 art and surf invitational event. 12 paintings. 1 Sold out show.
23 days. 1499.6 miles. 33 paintings created on one road trip.