Birdwatching
Hear them chirp at the birds, flying from the neighboring roof to the nest in the eaves of the house...
Untitled (By the River)
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.
Similar Paintings
Z’s Plumies
Plumerias are all over California. They grow out of the ground or in large pots so you can keep them...
Morning at the Mirror
As you grow older, things and money and earthly pleasures begin to lose meaning. You begin to unders...
La Mesa Sunset
Say what you want, California regularly has the most beautiful sunsets in the lower 48. I think it...