Above and Below

One world aboveAnd another belowIt might be heaven up thereButDown hereWe live in our vans


Lined Up

On the morning I was created⠀I crawled out the back of the old yellow van⠀Wide-eyed and blinking⠀Wondering where my brother had ran?⠀ He ran to the sea⠀He ran for his life⠀ Past the razor’s edge of the earth⠀Into the mist where the horizon is long⠀Where the black dots line up and wait⠀Is that really where […]…

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Nuclear Sunrise

On that day we harnessedHistory’s joyousLaughterBut there was nobodyAround to hear itSo instead weSplitThe difference


Empty

They’ll happily share with youEach and every wave you rideWhether you like itOr not But then again…They’ll also cook you up a cup of Dutch CoffeeIn the parking lot


American Paradox

Under watchful eyesWe pretend the machineryWill clean up the remains of our freedomsLost forever to the systematic fire We burn your moneyAndWeep with your love


The One that Got Away

They fish for meaningThere’s tension in the lineOnce they’ve caught our driftThey will place a hook in its jaw And skewer the guts from the living truth Until nothing is left Between us and them But a line or twoHardly worth repeating


October Groundswell

Rising and falling like the tideAnd yet they are surprised when their stocks don’t rise and rise and rise One October they fellA negative low-tide The panic that followed scorched a thousand cigarettesAnd left ‘em where they lie While their shaking hands still burned with fearWe tip-toed past the madness as the tide slowly filled […]


Surf Check Daydream

The first art teacher I ever had used to always tell us that all art is a lie. I never really understood what he meant by that, but it sounded pretty neat and quite teacherly. Generally, I gravitate toward truth-telling with my art and most inaccuracies in my paintings are accidents of omission. I’m just […]…

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Waxing Moon

My favorite story about this one isn’t my story at all. It’s something a Patagonia employee said the first time they saw this piece in the back of my van in their HQ parking lot in Ventura, California. It went something like this: “This is heavy, no way, check it out, when you look to […]


Afternoon Mourning

She loved it here beneath these colder mountainsBut now she is gone And even now, after all this timeI’m still struggling to say goodbye


Overlook

A landscape painting of the Lost Coast near Shelter Cove on the Humboldt county coast of northern California
Some things are easy to overlook⠀Others take a little more work⠀Natural beauty⠀Simple love⠀So often get left where they lie⠀While the headlines print bold⠀On our aching flesh⠀These haunts where our demons lurk⠀⠀Crashing stocks upon the shore⠀Homes condemned to their blight⠀The need to eat⠀A will to survive⠀We’ll do what we must to get by⠀Sell our daylight for […]…

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Daybreak

A fine lineDivides the pursuitOf overwhelming joyFrom sheerAnd loathsomeIrresponsibility The high tide lineDividesThe rest Consider us dividedAndConquered Even the SpaniardsOn the tall shipsKnow… Both victoryAnd defeatTaste betterWith a dash of saltAnd lime


Afternoon on the Coast Route

This is one of the first paintings I painted of this location. I’d go on to paint many more over the years, but none quite as refined as this one painted over ten years ago. It waspainted at home in the quietness of my studio. This is as good a time as any to point […]…

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Happy Cows

While painting this one from behind a rusty barbwire fence running along the overgrowth by the riverbank, I had an odd thought of what would happen if a cow came charging down the little path I was on. I sorta game-planned how I would step back into a little clearing behind my easel to let […]


Trying to Paint in the Rain

After two straight days of rain and a not so inspiring view from inside the tent, I broke down and attempted to paint on this masonite panel even though it was still drizzling. Luckily it never became a downpour. The thought of painting in the rain has resonated with me ever since though…   She […]…

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Backside of the Dunes

One of the last plein air paintings I did before my first daughter was born. When she came along we bought a house and painting was put on hold for several years while frantic nest-building ensued. That was nuts. Two weeks before she was born we were walking to the gas station down the street […]…

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California Poppies

After this piece I came to the conclusion that the nearly unbearable intensity of the color of California poppies in bright sunshine may just be one of nature’s cruelest tricks ever hoisted upon unsuspecting plein air painters. It’s just not fair, really.


Skunked

This was the first full studio landscape I completed after spending about 2 years pretty much exclusively painting outdoors. The outdoor approach ended up completely altering my approach to painting in general. Most of the studio landscape work I’ve done in more recent years that folks know me best for wouldn’t exist if I hadn’t […]


First Hike Up the Canyon

This one goes way back… I first became interested in painting outdoors after seeing work from some of the early California Impressionists at a show in Los Angeles. I’d been painting for a solid ten years already, a dedicated artist since the age of 16. But those California Impressionists did something with their art that […]…

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The Top of the Canyon

This is from way up the canyon, to the top of the ridge from where it starts. If I painted the scene behind my back you’d be looking at the 5 freeway or the toll road or something near Irvine and a bunch of strip malls and houses. But hiking up here from the trailhead […]