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Odometer: 887.8 miles Well, not really. I’m sure the womp down there is perfectly content to be left alone and only viewed from above. The only troubled ones would be the prospective wompees passing by hankering for some all-time scenic & historical womp. Access down there isn’t easy. This one is for all my boardless […]
Odometer: 755.7 miles Our fatherKept us movingEven thoughWe stopped a bit too oftenTo read the signsAnd ponderTheir meanings When it was time to move onWe would oftenHave to push with all of our might BarefootOn the rough pavement Our fatherDrove a Volkswagon
Odometer: 672.9 miles
Odometer: 654.7 miles
Odometer: 628.7 miles
Odometer: 507.1 miles
Odometer: 389.1 miles The fog bank stuck around all day, threatening to shut down my art operations at any moment. When I rounded a point that marks a significant change in the angle the coast faces, from northwest to southwest, I figured the little micro climate created in the lee of the point would be […]
Odometer: 533.1 miles The fog was relentless here. Spent a lot of time noodling around with the foreground waiting for the whiteout to lift from this epic hilltop vantage point.
Odometer: 346.4 miles The rough and callousedFingers of landJoin handsWith the soft and nimbleFingers of fogIn aDisplay ofQuiet unity
Odometer: 221.8 miles
Odometer: 213.5 miles Sometimes we all needa soft shoulder to cry onBut other times all we need isA wide shoulder to park on
Odometer: 205.1 miles
Odometer: 179.8 mi Last one from my home territory. Hitting the road tomorrow a.m. Huge thanks to everyone that has made suggestions, requests, and commitments for the pieces I’ll be painting each day of this trip. You have all helped make this trip possible and you have my gratitude. I’ll try not to blow it.
Odometer 149.6 miles Got a little sidetracked already. Trying to get just the right angle to paint from the van for the previous painting, my front bumper just grazed the railing on the roadside… and promptly broke, bent, and dislodged itself halfway off. Not wanting to spend this whole drive wondering if it would fall […]
Odometer: 0.00 miles Kicking off the tour of California’s coast with some river time near the Oregon Border. Mornings have a bit of a chill that make swimming sound a little better… later. Like after this quick painting. Took a four hour swim with the family up the river right after this one.
Plein air, but with a twist. Traditional plein air work involves working fast to give an impression of the place at a particular time of day. The changing nature of light throughout a day limits the working time for a single session so larger pieces usually involve multiple sessions returning to the same location at […]
Painted live for a friend’s going away party gift. These passing through series pieces represent something very simple for me: the movement of energy through any medium. I painted the first one live at a music festival in southern Humboldt while on my home from San Francisco. Just passing through. Something resonated with that one […]
Plein air, but with a twist. Traditional plein air work involves working fast to give an impression of the place at a particular time of day. The changing nature of light throughout a day limits the working time for a single session so larger pieces usually involve multiple sessions returning to the same location at […]
I’d be lying if I said I didn’t hide from a helicopter and duck for cover in the bushes by the train tracks twice on my way to get this view. Graffiti guys deal with this sort of thing all the time, plein air guys not so much. That was fun. Sounds like its been […]
Always dug the graphic road vibes on this one. There may or may not have been boats anchored just to the left of the frame cleaning up* an oil spill from a busted pipe on the side of the highway. Either way, the color if the water in this little cove was incredible. *or just […]
Who wrote this book of etiquette? All of the pages are blankAs though the ink has spilled right off the paperLeaving us to write our own rules with pencilsAnd skinAnd burning eyes After reading from cover to cover we are leftJust as we were beforeSomewhat crudeAnd still rather unrefined
