Artwork
Movers and Shakers
A quick trip to the southerlies of California brought me to this vista in search of a similar but different scene I’d painted for a friend a few years earlier. Apparently after some flood damage their place needed extensive work done and movers were hired to take all the necessary belongings out and store them […]… ► CONTINUE READING
Just Past the Ice Cream Truck
Right before heading down on this trip I started hearing about these epic poppy blooms and being a color junkie I ended up juggling my plans around to get to see this bloom in person. I thought I’d meet up with my friend Wade Koniakowsky and go paint this place with him. Neither of us […]… ► CONTINUE READING
Headwinds
This is the last painting I recall painting along our local coastline before the summer road trip season kicked in. I had recently rebuilt my painting kit to be lighter and fit on a smaller pack with the ability to carry multiple freshly painted still-wet stretched canvases hands-free on a single outing. This was the […]… ► CONTINUE READING
Dream CASA
Don’t Fight It
Morning Gems
Much like with many of my paintings, there are no humans visible in this piece. To be fair, that’s not much of a stretch here as sunrise on this part of the coast is often a cold and lonely affair. But just because humans aren’t visible, doesn’t mean they aren’t part of these paintings. For […]… ► CONTINUE READING
Beyond the Shadow of Doubt
Sticks and Stones
I had painted this same scene a few months prior, but only focused on the rock stack and ignored the view of the sweeping beach as it arcs its way around this bend in the coast. In the middle of painting this one, a tricky situation arose. My nose just started bleeding randomly. Maybe a […]… ► CONTINUE READING
Southern Vista
This was painted months before the somewhat recent fatal bluff collapse incident. You can see the warning on the beach here, that circle of boulders isn’t some hippy stonehenge setup, it’s the remainders of a previous collapse. The sand and soil has washed away, leaving just this ring as a reminder of the footprint these […]… ► CONTINUE READING
Bluegrass & Dunegrass
Marine Layers
I enjoyed this moody midday painting. Sometimes I go to a place hunting bluebirds and sunshine. In this case all I found was clouds and crows. For real. A friend that lives nearby showed up midway through the painting with some amazing deli sandwiches which we shared by his van up on the road. Halfway […]… ► CONTINUE READING
Tide Falling
One of the most iconic waterfalls in all of California and one of only two year-round falls in the whole state that land on the beach. This one used to land in the water, but a landslide deposited so much sediment up the coast that the gradual drift of currents built this beach where none […]… ► CONTINUE READING
Some Things Money Just Can’t Buy
Like most surfers who’ve visited the area, I’ve collected some great memories of this place over the years. I’d wondered about painting this rock outcropping overlooking the beach for a long time. The last time I tromped around it there was quite a few years back and there was no trail that I can recall, […]… ► CONTINUE READING
If These Walls Could Speak
This is a busy place. Especially after spending a week painting in virtual solitude on one of our offshore islands. Back to humanity. Parking lots. Attitudes. Spandex bikers. Beach joggers. Warring 12 year olds. Addicts teetering on the razor’s edge of their future. Social media selfie hounds. Freeway traffic. All of this and a perfectly […]… ► CONTINUE READING
Time Waits for No Man… And Neither Does the Boat
The North Shore
Moonlit Echoes
5th painting completed today… well sorta today. Technically I only did four during the daylight hours but then snuck this one in the late hours of night beneath a bright full moon. The moonlight falling on the crushed gravel paths makes walking these trails at night a beautiful experience. The reflective white surface of the […]… ► CONTINUE READING
Torrey Pine Sentinel
When most folks hear the words “Torrey Pines” they think as much about a rare variety of pine tree as they do a very specific location in San Diego- the state park named for the tree and often touted as the only place in the world where these trees grow. But don’t worry, I’m not […]… ► CONTINUE READING
Beside Clear Waters
Our Farther
I usually grumble about my heavy pack whenever I have to hike more than a mile. This turned out to be a six mile round trip to make this painting happen. But I could not complain about the heavy pack this time. My hiking companions on this morning sunrise walk were a couple of scientist […]… ► CONTINUE READING
We Must Keep Our Eyes Open
We must keep our eyes open. First two syllables: We-muh. Wordplay for the name of the tribe that lived here for thousands of years before they were scooped up and sent away to make room for sheep and cattle and now a national park. The opportunity to come visit this place was part of a […]… ► CONTINUE READING
The Gambler’s Fallacy
One of California’s prized state parks. I arrived early, knowing the park fills up to capacity nearly every day with a line of cars waiting to enter. I’d made it on time, but my van was too long. Denied. I had a long way to drive that day, and a boat to catch tomorrow that […]… ► CONTINUE READING
The Long View
Sometimes a painting or a place stirs up more of a poem instead of any sort of story. Not sure what I was thinking here, but when I pulled up my notes on this one, this poem is all I had written down. Make of it what you will… — Bones of old shipsLeft basking […]… ► CONTINUE READING