I began this canvas many months ago, just doodling and messing around and somehow ended up with four HHRs floating down a road with a green landscape. This is probably because I have those two things on my brain, due to my daily commute in my HHR. This week I decided to finish this wacky landscape off with a flat building, some palm trees, and a tricolor sky.
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
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.
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.
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.
Sunday we had a “Family Paint Night” and I showed my family my technique for making abstract paintings using masking tape. Everyone had fun and the results are spectacular! <3