Sunflowers in my garden in late July.
They’re filled with the energy of the sun and the wind and the air. Bouncing in the breeze, telling you the secrets of life if you choose to listen. The bees do…
Sunflowers know. Listen.
Calabasas, California
Death Valley, California
Shoshone, California
From my series, The Remnants of the Tonopah and Tidewater Railroad
Dumont Dunes
Mojave Desert, California
Mojave Desert, California
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″
Mojave Desert, California
Highway 127 headed north at approximately 6:30 pm in the month of May.
Mojave Desert, California
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″
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