Dusk at Amy’s

When I go to Death Valley, if I’m not staying in Furnace Creek, most likely you’ll find me here.  In Tecopa.  At Amy’s Tecopa Hot Springs Resort.   It’s where I’ve stayed for thirteen years.  Always in the same room.  It’s my home away from home.

This is a scene I see all the time, when the sun has just gone behind the mountains.  It’s dusk, the sky lit up in peach and salmon,  and the lights have turned on the sign for the night.  Sometimes if I wake up during the night, I’ll step outside to view the stars, and if I turn to the left, I see Amy’s sign lit up.  Warm breezes blowing.  Sometimes it’s freezing and I’m shaking in my bathrobe and slippers, but I have to do it.  I have to look at the night.  Listening to the wind in the palm trees.

A big part of my desert experience is what goes on when the sun goes down and the Milky Way comes out.  If the moon is strong it illuminates the landscape with an eerie, blue-green.  I’ve long wanted to paint these things I see when the sun is gone, like in Desert Moonset with Headlights,  a scene I’ve witnessed for years with the Ruan trucks driving up and down Highway 127 in the distance.

I plan on painting many more noctures in the desert.  Because I like it.

Dusk at Amy’s

Oil on Canvas

14″ x 18″

Cherries in a Blue Bowl

Some paintings always seem to start with a trip to Trader Joe’s.  Like last Thursday when I went in to buy food for Memorial Day Weekend.  I saw the cherries.  Then I thought, well, what if I threw them in a blue bowl and did a quick study in red, white and blue for the holiday?  So I did.  But I did not end up finishing it until today.

I really, really enjoyed painting cherries and trying to capture the juice that is inside, to feel as if you can taste it.  Tart, sweet cherries.

Cherries in a Blue Bowl

Oil on linen board

16″ x 20″

Purple Tulips

One day about a month ago I decided to buy a bunch of purple tulips from Trader Joe’s so I could paint them.  Nothing serious.  Just a quick, fluid study of tulips.  I was rather down at the time and thought that a fast floral might perk me up.  Well, it did, but it became a thing.  Several weeks and four, separate bouquets later (because tulips get kinda yucky after three days and need to be tossed) this is the final outcome.  It became a hard course in “I’m gonna make this work”.  No being precious.  Just hardcore, teeth gritted “You’re gonna do what I want you to do or else.”  The composition changed and shifted and I tried to keep it effortless as best as I could, without falling too far down into the detail trap.

I’m pretty pleased with my purple tulips from Trader Joe’s.  They listened to me.

Oil on Canvas

22″ x 28″

Floral Friday – Painting Roses

 

This past March was the hottest that I can remember.  It was as if Autumn went directly back into Summer and skipped both Winter and Spring.  Temperatures in the high 80’s and 90’s, even 100 in some places.  It didn’t just nudge my garden, it shoved it into high gear, sending leaves out on trees that don’t normally leaf out until late April, and my wisteria shot into full bloom a good three weeks before it should have. This also included my roses.  I don’t get my first rose bloom until April, like clockwork.  This year I had my first rose in early March.

So one day after finishing a painting of the desert, which is what I’m normally doing, I decided to paint some roses before they burned up in the heat.  This then led me down a path of “I want to paint roses”.  There is something satisfying about painting roses, especially if you can grasp the complexity in as simple a manner as possible.  That is not easy.

Pink Roses

Oil on canvas

18″ x 24″

SOLD

 

The Blue Mountain

There is a mountain in the desert right on the edge of Death Valley that I like to stare at.  It’s always blue.  Whether it’s sunny or raining, dawn, dusk or when sand is blowing, it’s some shade of blue.  Usually cerulean blue.  I like it’s shape.  I call it The Blue Mountain.  It’s like my friend.

The Blue Mountain

Oil on board

12″ x 24″