Warming at the Window
It was an unusually cold San Diego New Years Day in 2017. Yes, I know we’re spoiled, but still...
This is an untitled piece I never liked that much, but several people have told me what they like about it - the subtle way the golds and greens are reflected across the river, the fine lines in the rocks reminiscent of Pitre, the talk of spring and mist and fog and newness.
Why it has escaped the purging bonfires, and why I keep it, is if you haven't noticed, many of my paintings are completed on New Years Day, year after year. This, I think, is the earliest of those, painted on New Years Day 1993. I'm not sure why I'm always painting on New Years Day but happy that I am.
It was an unusually cold San Diego New Years Day in 2017. Yes, I know we’re spoiled, but still...
Who doesn’t remember the first time your kite takes to the sky, higher and higher into an infi...
Something about this painting makes me happy, I hope it does you as well....
As you grow older, things and money and earthly pleasures begin to lose meaning. You begin to unders...