I always feel that I am a traveller, going somewhere and to some destination. If I tell myself that the somewhere and the destination do not exist, that seems to me very likely and reasonable enough … So at the end of the course I shall find my mistake. Be it so. I shall find then that not only the Arts, but everything else as well, were only dreams, that one’s self was nothing at all.
Vincent Van Gogh Aug 6 1888
This is yet another update of my painting from last year’s Burbank Arts Festival. This version has much brighter colors and more defined shapes, such as I clarified that there is a booth to the left up the street.
Yesterday I was in “Beautiful Downtown Burbank” again painting. I’m not sure what exactly draws me to paint these city streets – is it the shapes of the buildings, the colors of the facades, the lines of the road and walkways, or all the above? This was painted in front of the “Urban Press Winery” looking across at the “Tender Greens” store. I have quite a collection of cityscapes, I imagine they would look good hanging in a local restaurant.
When I do a painting of a place, I get to know it’s intricacies. The angles of the land, colors, shadows, and textures are interpreted from my short term memory and on to the canvas. Sometimes afterward it seems my brain is not satisfied with my output. I have to scrawl it out on the page or be haunted by it like a ghost.
The buildings of the city glow brightly in the waning light. The road tears through the green countryside stained pink from the carnage. It’s a future filled with hope, ignorant of the Impending Doom.
Pen and highlighter drawing, scanned and digitally colored.
The Santa Monica Beach Pier was very crowded this Sunday – the result of a confluence of events: St. Patrick’s Day, Spring Break, mid 80s Fahrenheit inland, and the first weekend in a while it didn’t rain.
It didn’t stop me from getting in a quick Plein air painting of the beach crowds waiting for the sunset.
Last weekend I went the the Antelope Valley Poppy Reserve to see the California poppies in bloom and paint the views. The poppies were just starting to unfurl their first blooms so there wasn’t much orange to see yet. I set up my easel and painted a view of the Antelope Valley.
I will admit that I like yellow a lot. Maybe too much. I decided to re-do an earlier painting I called “City Park” but instead add yellow to all the colors just for fun.
This view of this painting is from Palm Avenue looking north across San Fernando Boulevard (in Burbank, California.) This part of Palm Avenue is blocked for only pedestrian traffic and houses a movie theater and many restaurants and stores. It was a bright, warm late morning when I started painting and the acrylic paint was drying fast.
I was thumbing through paintings and came across on of the two paintings I did at the 2018 Los Angeles Plein Air Festival. The colors were there but the shapes were blurry, so I added some black contours and I like the result. I then looked for news on this year’s festival only to learn it’s been cancelled! What a bummer, I always had a great time.