Yesterday I did a quick plein air painting at Brace Canyon Park. It was after 3:00 PM and the sun was making its way down the sky through some haze. It washed everything in a pale yellow light.
Sunday morning my daughter and I headed west in search of a new place to paint. I exited the freeway at Tampa on a hunch and noticed a park on the map, called Wilbur Tampa Park. Instead of finding green grass and picnic benches, a tall cliff greeted us with a wooden-fenced trail around its belly. I drove around to where the top of the cliff was level with the road and parked. The view of the valley took a while to take in: tract houses below, the valley with a thin layer of morning haze still on it, the mountains to the south and west, the gaping blue sky with streaked with clouds and contrails. I could have at least made three paintings there that day but had to settle on one.
I’ve heard of Amir’s Garden in Griffith Park, California, but never visited it until today. Looking for a place to paint, I parked near a hill near the golf course. I followed some hikers up a steep path to the top of the tall hill covered in trees and foliage. There were spider plants, aloe plants, jade plants and more carpeting the pathways. Trees such as oak and mulberry provided a lot of shade. I painted en plein air one of the pathways through the trees with gnarly roots growing across it.
One way to keep one’s artistic muscles is to sketch what you see with whatever materials are available. So here it is, a sketch of my hand using pen and highlighter.
It was a warm winter day, painting with my daughter today at the Griffith Park Merry-Go-Round in Burbank, California.
I painted this en Plein Air using the backyard as reference. It was late morning and the winter sun cast long shadows of the trees. The oranges are not ripe yet, the fruit large but yellow. This style of painting suits me, I must go forward from here and not backwards.
Saturday I was painting in Pasadena with the Weekend Warrior Painters at the Pacific Asian Museum. I layered a few things to create an interesting composition, the building across the street, a parking pass box, and a few cars.
Almost every time I cover for the receptionist at work I draw something, and since the receptionist has a small mirror I usually end up drawing myself. So two times this week, two drawings.
This is now much lighter than the original version. I still see a part that is the wrong color but this is close enough for now.
Last Sunday I painted the baseball fields at Olive Recreation Center in Burbank, California. It was hot, in the nineties, and I painted from under a sycamore tree. I tried to capture the hanging branches in the painting but it’s hard to capture the depth in this flat style of painting. I’m still working on it, and I decided to post this since the final result so far is going to be noticeably different. Lighter sky, leaves more defined lines.