Lunch time Plein air, quarantine addition. Today I sketched a corner of my kitchen .
A lunchtime oil sketch from back in February. Standing on the east side of the pond looking west.
Random side story about this one. The guys who parked behind me pulled out a drone and started flying it around. They took off and a cop showed up asking about them few minutes later. I didn’t want to narc the guys out but the cop seamed well meaning so I played along and then he ran off to track them down. Not long after all four returned to the park car and we learn that there had been a string of break ins at tourist sites that day. The kind officer just wanted to make sure their stuff was safe, thinking they would be a target because of the drone. The cop was a pro. Everyone had a good time and nothing got stollen. The end.
Back in February I did a little painting outside the Saini tasting room. Honestly if you haven’t tried their wine you are miss missing out, the Saini family really knows their craft. Angelo’s paint brush is beyond good.
The only upside to this Covid-19 pandemic is that I get to spend a lot more time with my boys. Today, I sketched the twins while they were sitting down for their morning Zoom meetings.
Spent the day social distancing in my moms garden, painting some lovely echium flowers. It was a beautiful warm afternoon until a large storm front snuck up behind me and it began to rain. I escaped back to my house to finish the sketch.
Another quarantine painting. This is the view looking down my driveway toward Terrace Ave, San Anselmo. In addition I made a time-lapse video of my painting process.
I painted the driveway behind my house.
A small officescape oil sketch I made before the Covid-19 quarantine went into effect.
Here is a quick sketch of the house plant next to my desk. I’m testing out some new oil paints I ordered from Natural Pigments. They have a very different feel than my usual Holbein Aqua Oil colors. I’m digging them but they will take some time to get used to.
A Persidio lunchtime painting from January. looking south from the picnic table at the Persidio Institute on a misty afternoon.