Process

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Switching mediums is an interesting experience. I once painted realistic landscapes using luscious oils. But I now wish to express myself, and describe space and time in a more immediate and visceral way. Here I have tried to capture the strong presence of  cliffs looming over dark sea as they reach to meet. The middle ground is where the lightness happens, as the thinning surf laps lightly on the sandy shoreline. Inspired by Chinese brush paintings, I was leaning towards a muted yet highly contrasting color palette. I feel this one was pretty successful. And as I had hoped, as I move towards the abstract I feel more and more connected and relaxed in the process.

Different things emerge daily. I will continue to follow my path.

Back on the Wagon

 

I haven’t been posting lately. A lot of home renovations and other business to attend to. But I wanted to tell you that I’m in the process of setting up a new studio. I’ve put down the camera for a while, and instead have decided to return to interpreting the world through my drawings and paintings again. So… I’m not back on the “panting wagon”, but on the “painting wagon”. Sorry, that was a bad one, I know. But I have enjoyed doing a lot of quick sketches lately, and this one is of a funny little Boston Terrier that I met at the beach. Hence the “panting”….oh never mind, it was a stretch…

Anyway, I will still post photographs now and again, but I’m working on a new website just for my paintings. To fill you in, I’m currently working on a series of abstract expressionistic paintings, both large and small-scale that represent my personal interpretations of Southern California. And I am very excited and pleased with the results in sketches so far, so I hope you will be as well.

I hope that the end of your summer was as lovely and filled with beauty as mine was.

Talk to you soon… :-)

 

A Study in Beets

I bought these organically grown beets at my neighborhood farmers market yesterday.

They were dirty, gnarly, and brown.

I peeled and washed them, placed them on my cutting board…. and wow.

Like hidden jewels their multi-faceted, rich ruby-red flesh was revealed.

I just had to photograph these lovelies as they glistened in the light.

Natural beauties…

Sunrise in Santa Monica

 

I visited Santa Monica this weekend for a 10K run along the ocean front, and arrived just as the sun was rising. Such a sleepy beginning to an otherwise vibrant little strip of beach.

 

 

Santa Monica is poised within a bay, and home to an historic pier. I tried to capture some moments as a marine layer hung heavy across the waking shore line.

 

Greeted by the sounds of lazy waves, squawking gulls, garbage trucks, and soft athletic shoes tapping on the pavement, I snapped a few photographs before and after the race.

 

We arrived just as the lights on the pier were turning off, and the thick fog began to lift. A sort of string theory of existence taking place based on the light.

 

 

 

Surfers walked toward the water as visitors crept to the pier, papers in hand.

 

 

The backdrops were unchanging like sets in a show. Yet the movements of people varied greatly according to time.

There was a definite pace. A seemingly orchestrated series of movements that soon became increasingly active and decidedly more boisterous as the early morning hours progressed into day.

There were others there capturing the light….

Restaurants closed until lunch….

 

And small markets forming in the streets…..

 

 

 

A wonderful visit to a beautiful space in time.

Santa Monica at sunrise.

 

Fiddlers Green: The Maritime Museum of San Diego

Fiddlers Green is pirate speak for heaven. And I imagine that The Maritime Museum in San Diego would be such a place should there be any old buccaneers still a swashbucklin’ out there.

The Museum includes a varied collection of submarines, steam ships, historic sailing ships, and replicas.

This landlubbin’ and slightly claustrophobic lass skipped the submarines and headed straight for the wooden vessels.

The America is a replica of the first vessel that won the famed America’s Cup.

The HMS Surprise is a 1970 replica of the 18th century Royal Navy frigate, Rose. The movie Master and Commander was filmed on the Surprise.

I was drawn to the faded paint, the heavy flapping sails, the creaky wooden floors, and the  seemingly endless amounts of knotted ropes. I loved the musty salty smells and the sound the water made as it lapped against the thousands of crusty barnacles that clung tightly to the hulls.

I always seem to sneak in here somehow……

ALWAYS a strong beautiful woman leading the way!

The Star of India is the world’s oldest active sailing ship, built in 1863.

I loved these stained glass windows and other beautiful details.

I can only image the adventures that these beautiful ships have experienced. And all of the many interesting people who have come in contact with them over the years.

Voyages on the open seas, visits to distant shores, and discoveries of every imaginable kind.

Oh the thrill of it all!

Aloha!

*The last photograph is one that I took of a Jack London photograph at the museum. I just wanted to make sure it is credited to him originally :-)

Little Wing

 

“Little Wing”
by Jimi Hendrix

Well, she’s walking through the clouds,
With a circus mind that’s running wild,
Butterflies and Zebras,
And Moonbeams and fairy tales.
That’s all she ever thinks about.
Riding with the wind.

When I’m sad, she comes to me,
With a thousand smiles she gives to me free.
It’s alright, she says it’s alright,
Take anything you want from me,
Anything.
Fly on little wing.

This weekend I visited a bird sanctuary. What lovely creatures left helpless and in need of care. These large birds can live the length of human lives and longer. Not merely pets, they are life companions.
Whether they have been captured from their natural habitat or bred in captivity, they are now and forever dependent on humans for their survival.
They are beautiful, intelligent, and magnificent creatures who deserve to be treated with the utmost care and respect.
Their wings are clipped, and their wild lives are gone forever.
I had the honor of observing this lovely and majestic grey beauty preen itself.
What a wonderful performance in form and function!
If you would like to help these wonderful beings, please visit the bird sanctuary website and make a donation of any size. They give so much, yet they ask for so little…..