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.
Over Father’s day weekend I did a Plein Air painting at Johnny Carson Park in Burbank. I’ve been trying to post it, if you can see this then it worked!
The next painting I did at Zuma Beach in California I used more saturated colors. It’s less realistic because it was foggy and grey out there, but I was having fun.
Painted today at Zuma Beach, California with the Weekend Warrior Painters. The fog was thick this morning and everything was grey. The first painting I did is more of a mono-color painting because it really is only grey and yellow.
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 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.
Today I found a place to paint on Rainbow Canyon Road in Temecula, California, which is famous for its wineries and rolling hills. It was a clear, brisk day and the sky seemed enormous as I looked down into the valley. The sky was full of half-darkened clouds that floated by too high to care what was going on below. My painting is a mixture of old and new styles that I hoped would capture the hills, sky, and clouds I enjoyed today.
Eaton Canyon is a park at the base of the Angeles National forest and Mount Wilson. Its creek was full of water from the recent rains, which apparently weren’t over because it rained enough on me to smear my under-painting. When the rain-cloud passed I was able to salvage it by using my painting style from last year.