Artwork
Drink Up
Punctuation Marks
As we hiked our way down the coast yesterday, I made a lot of mental notes for today’s paintings. Yesterday was for reconnaissance and smaller, quicker paintings. Today was time to get to work on some larger vistas. This was a scene that really struck me the day before. A sweeping view, punctuated by triple […]
Anything But Silent
Carry My Body
Not quite a proper backstory, and not quite a poem, this one took a rare detour into something else… either way, hope you enjoy the tale. Food running low. The hunter prays for a kill as he reaches into the dusty cabinet for his last handful of oats before the sun sends the shadows scattering […]… ► CONTINUE READING
Out of the Lighthouse and Into the Light
Just a reminder to never abandon your light.You will wind up empty, forlorn.Graffiti on your walls, occasionally funny, sometimes crude.But mostly just the illegible names of spirits brought in by the wind.And the markings of lovers whose bodies were dragged in by the tide.Your doorway darkened by the ghost of a travelling painter.Stealing your light.Haunted.
Motel California
I know you guys think my job is super easy. Just cruise around and paint pictures between coffee and beers and donuts and tacos. Go for a surf if the waves look fun. Hike around in beautiful remote places on the edges of the world. Hmmm… My job is pretty easy, come to think of […]… ► CONTINUE READING
Hallowed Ground
William Wendt was a master of California Impressionism, a distinct school of impressionist art forged in the California landscape back in the early 1900’s. One of Wendt’s most iconic paintings is called Where Nature’s God Hath Wrought and features a boldly centralized view of this very peak. Look it up if you need to, it’s […]… ► CONTINUE READING
Grounded
I painted this boat a few years ago, grounded hopelessly on the rocks in a small cove on the Central Coast. I had just learned that it had previously belonged to a friend’s family for years. It was even named after her brother, the “Craig G” until it was sold and the new owner renamed […]… ► CONTINUE READING
Meet Me in St. Louis
A little further than the road will take you, this little cove is accessed mainly by kayak or paddleboard which means getting out here to paint while armed with just a van and a backpack is a tricky matter of… logistics! Oh, how I love logistics. And also my friends, like my good art pal, […]… ► CONTINUE READING
A Pier Then Disappear
Ok, let’s circle back to the Italian dairy farms that took root here in 1860’s… I painted this small dairy farm building one afternoon from beside an old ranch house where a not-so-Italian* friend of Wade’s was living. Another not-so-Italian* fellow had long ago purchased this land and set up operations here all the way […]… ► CONTINUE READING
Red and Gold
Corralina, it’s the Italian word for coral, and though no coral is found in this cold water, there is a red seaweed with a hard calcareous surface named corralina that does grow in these rugged tidepools. There’s also gold poppies that bloom in the spring here. I’m a sucker for poppies. I had a strict […]… ► CONTINUE READING
La Meccanica in un Momento de Pace
High tariffs in the newfound Kingdom of Italy in 1865 led to a large number of dairy farming Swiss-Italians to come to the US and eventually settle around this town. This coincided with the massive droughts that had just collapsed the large cattle ranches that dominated the California coastal landscape until that point. After the drought, […]… ► CONTINUE READING
Everything She Needs
Several years ago I was invited by the Save The Waves Coalition to be a part of their Redgate Ranch Music Festival, to create event artwork and paint live at the event itself while enjoying live music from some great bands on the event’s single stage.⠀⠀My first night there, after the music finally ended, and […]… ► CONTINUE READING
The Devil at My Heels
The devil that was at my heels this day, wasn’t really a devil at all. But he worked for one, or at least a nuclear power plant that has taken the devil for its name. I’d hiked 3 or 4 miles out on this windy day to see the furthest reach of this coast that […]… ► CONTINUE READING
Sir Francis Drake Was a Pirate
It’s true, he was a full on sea-sailing, ship-boarding, plunder-stealing, off-with-yer-head-if-you cross him pirate. The Spanish navy hated the guy and he had a personal beef with them as well. He even sailed clear past all of Spanish-settled California and claimed all of northern California for England in 1579. It didn’t stick, but it was […]… ► CONTINUE READING
Ebb and Flow
There is nothing like painting in the cool shade on a warm summer day, with a good art pal like Wade Koniakowsky humming around painting here, painting there, disappearing for awhile and returning with snacks and cold beers. It reminded me of those days of my youth, before we could drive, and we’d take turns […]… ► CONTINUE READING
The Back Road
As it happens, on this morning all of my plans were thwarted by that mother of all disruptions… No, not the pandemic, this was 2019- way before all of that. No, this diabolical mocker of all my good designs for spending a day under the sun will be with us long after this covid stuff […]… ► CONTINUE READING
A Dissonant End
I’ve got no ear for harmonies, seriously. I might not be tone-deaf, but I am certainly tone-dumb. But I have heard that in the language of jazz, the end of a song is often concluded with what is called a dissonant chord. I couldn’t really pick a dissonant chord out of a crowd, but I […]… ► CONTINUE READING
Harmonic Convergence
She Loves the River
Painted on location, 2.5 miles from the road. A challenging back-country hike with all my gear to paint this one-day late birthday gift for my wife last year…⠀It’s true, she loves the river⠀And it’s steady constant force⠀The ocean is just leftovers⠀And she prefers the source⠀⠀She leads me through the briars⠀Stinging nettle, oak, and sorrow⠀Some pain […]… ► CONTINUE READING
Down by the Bay
Dance of Days
I have some playlists of music that take me back to my school days- 80’s punk mostly with a slant toward anything connected to the D.C. bands that followed and evolved from Minor Threat and got caught up in the Dischord Records slipstream. One of these must have been playing when I painted and I […]… ► CONTINUE READING
To God the Best and the Greatest
Late Arrival
There’s something about immersing myself in the places where I paint that is hard to describe. It’s not the art studio, it’s a wild world out there and it always has been. The past emerges and mingles with the present. Undercurrents of metaphor and meaning rise to the surface and sometimes I try to venture […]… ► CONTINUE READING