Living Quarters

Yep, an old water tower, a 76 VW bus, or… I guess an actual house fits the bill too. All of them quite livable. But only one of them will get you where you’re going and then strand you there with no way to leave. I’m not telling which.


Subpedestrian Homesick Blues

Sand crabs and square slices of pepperoni pizza- the working capital of days long spent hiding under the pier for shade, and relief from watching eyes. The older kids’ cigarettes smelled funny. Try not to look ‘em in the eye.


Speaking Softly Like Light

Painted this one not too long ago down on the central coast of California. This is the one I did during that video that I posted yesterday from @stwcoalition. They kept telling me to speak up, cause the light wind was muffling everything in the microphone. It was a bit of a challenge to stay […]


Curb Appeal

You can’t go wrong with coastal real estate in California. This extremely well constructed home, built around the turn of the year is a charming example of Beach Hobo architecture. Well thought out floorplan with charming curb appeal. Great place to raise a family. Seller is motivated.


A Wing and a Prayer

Studio redux of recent live art concept. A few weeks back at a benefit for Standing Rock I painted a different version of a bird swooping down to grab a fish out of the water. In that one the bird was just a dark silhouette and the fish ended up with a non-intentional pacific northwest […]…

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Nightfall

Before there was light⠀There was water⠀And before there was life⠀The water broke⠀Staring up into that black ocean⠀Eyes blinded by the falling seas⠀On this winter’s solstice⠀No stars tonight⠀Just a child⠀Floating weightless and free⠀In a fish bowl for all to see⠀⠀Mary and Joseph⠀They live down the street ⠀We ate donuts on strings⠀Tied to their tree⠀Last Halloween⠀But tonight […]…

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Lonesome Valley

Plein air from yesterday, super close to home, but at least a world and a half away… Titled after Woody Guthrie’s song of the same name: You gotta walk that lonesome valley,You gotta walk it by yourself,Nobody here can walk it for you,You gotta walk it by yourself. Some people say that John was a […]…

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Study Break

Always fun to paint from 500 feet up. UFO view of kelp beds, bending lines, and the likely culprit of many a failed college exam.


Grass Fed

um… not plein air Music is like math, where math allows us to see the inner workings of the physical world around us, music allows us to see the inner workings of the non-physical world within us. What?


Water is Life

If we look to the seasons we see that darkness comes in cycles, offset by rhythms of light. And yet the darkness has never felt so loud as the discordant anthem of this asymphonic night. We are tempted to see this present moment as the cold oppression of a tangible force. A standing army of […]…

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Isthmus Interrupted: Most of the Time She Can’t be Reached

The isthmus here is only passable at the lower tides, leaving the rock island on the right unreachable for most of every day. I’ve always been fascinated by the bending of wave energy around both sides of the island on the higher tides. Getting to this vantage point with all my paint gear wasn’t easy, […]


Poetry of Geological Ideas

We really do have some beautiful coastline around here. While still technically a part of the California coast, this zone feels like another time and place altogether. Pretty sure it was Einstein that said pure mathematics was the poetry of logical ideas. In that sense I reckon pure plein air painting  is maybe a poetry […]


I’ll be Ever’where, Ma

Painted this one two days ago for a friend. Without going into much detail, I chose the title from Tom Joad’s farewell to his mother in Grapes of Wrath. As I painted this much loved beach from an overview perspective not often seen, I thought of many that I have had to say goodbye to […]…

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Fixer Upper

I was hoping to go further up the coast but the midday high tide and a deeply eroded beach combined with solid swell prevented me from going much further than this little beach hut. Not that I didn’t try, it got pretty dicey around that corner. Timed my way around a few bends between sets […]


Perfect from Afar

One of the last paintings from recent Santa Cruz trip. This is the California I love. Open, accessible, space with occasionally great waves. In order to paint these places, I have to visit them in person. It’s one of my favorite perks of this job. I hear of parts of the east coast where private […]…

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A Pleasant Arrangement

He was sitting out on his porch that afternoon. The day was getting late but the setting sun was still warm as he stared out over the water. I never knew him but his house stood there, looming large over this coastal scene. It must have been a pleasant arrangement. What better place to ride […]…

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Lost in the Shuffle

Sometimes I find myself painting subjects that are a bit more involved than I’d like, but in order to eventually cover the entire California coast, I just can’t avoid them. Here is one of those. Quite challenging, one day I hope to sort out a better approach to these scenes that look out over rows […]


No Rancho

Have you ever tried to touch your nose with your eyes closed, while sitting in a tiny boat, with two friends fishing? It’s like being rather drunk, but it’s only the dramamine. And the moving sea. Now try to paint the scene. I dare you


Slot Machine

Line after lineAnd jewel upon jewelThese beams of lightBearing weightAs well as witnessTo our memoriesLost in the fireOn the night we crossed the bridgeOver the village of tents and mudAnd icePassing carsWith no driversAnd the rising tideForced us to climb over the rocksTo round the headlandWhere lovers lovedAnd dreamers dreamedAnd thieves did their best workStealing […]


Silent Conversations: Long Departed

I’ve heard this site was one of the oldest human settlements in North America. Long departed now, nothing remains but a hill of discarded shells surrounded by windblown dunes. And the wind. The wind has always been here. It was already blowing steady with undertones of far greater force to come and it was only […]…

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Quiet Water

To be honest, Santa Cruz stresses me out a bit. Crazy, crazy place… but I like it. That said it was great to get out of the hamster maze for a bit today. A friend treated me to some epic midday views up a private road way up the coast and I followed that up […]


For Miles and Miles

The last plein air painting from last months trip. (18 paintings, 12 days, 1 parking ticket…) This particular stretch of California coastline intrigues me. Miles of coastal bluffs lined to the edge with row upon row of crops, a highly productive and active agricultural zone, and dotted with sculpted points and coves so abundant you […]…

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This Spot is Gone But You’re Still Here

I’d heard about a homegrown skatebowl on some farmer’s field overlooking this coast for years. I even went looking for it once, but in all the wrong places. I’d gotten a tip from a knowledgeable source this time, though, so I’d be making a visit on this trip and hopefully coming away with a painting […]…

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Protected

Latest from my Free Range: Santa Cruz painting tour. There’s coves like this all over the California coast, tucked away and protected from the predominant winds creating clean conditions when elsewhere the sea is ragged with wind chatter. This coast is certainly worth protecting and I’m thankful for all who have worked to preserve the […]