I finished this one a week ago, but I was so furious at the bad behavior of my blog, I did not want to post until I fixed it or it fixed itself. The sidebar — what you are supposed to see on the right — was on the left, all scrunched up close without … Continue reading “The Sacred Circle”
I feel I owe my life two thousand five hundred more good paintings. That exact many because if I had done a painting a week for fifty years, I could have done that many. And, in fact, I have probably painted at least a thousand paintings. I had months of a painting a day. And … Continue reading “I Will Shine Bright Before I Die”
These were the colors I studied as I waited for the bus to San Diego from Campo, California. Whole sets of greens and golds, none spectacular, all subdued, always, everywhere all around, but here, at my feet, through cracks in the asphalt, sharp. This study only took a few hours. I left it mainly “unfinished” … Continue reading “Green And Gold”
Recently, I went on an overnight trip to Los Ossos State Park and caught this scene. That is The Rock in the distance. I did not bother to paint anything human made except the scars on the land.
A rather pompous title, huh? I amuse myself that way sometimes. This painting is a tattoo. There is a before and after forever after in my style, and it has a timestamp right here, right now, with this painting. In the old days, a “Master Piece” was your submission to the guild to show you … Continue reading “Transcended Master”
Not even a half mile from Camp Lockett on the PCT, I plonked down in the shade on the left side of the trail where there was a good rock to sit on while I messed with my waistbelt’s pack buckle that insisted on riding down my butt under the big pack, most annoyingly; it … Continue reading “The Invoker”
Beloved companion of my beloved cousin. He paid a vet bill for me; I made for him this portrait. Gone now from this world, and missed, oh, a cheerful soul.
I am re-upping this piece because I reworked it a bit, sharpening the wall and adding some foreground details. Also, I never told the story of how I came to be standing there, and where was that? When? So, here you go. I was a bit faint when I stood here that Saturday on the … Continue reading “Pacific Crest Trail, Camp Lockett, View East”
I went out on that trail with the tablet I did this art on with the intent of going on that trail and doing art on the very same tablet. That counts as victory. I did this art on the trail. I did it on my new tablet. Boom. Back at Camp Lockett recuperating from … Continue reading “Purpose”
As I said on the post when I tried to turn comments back on but did not, er, sorry, I could not get enough oxygen under exertion again on this second essay of the Pacific Crest Trail. Extreme exertion, to be sure, but for this old frame, extreme exertion occurs at three thousand feet, in … Continue reading “Off The PCT”