Drove over to China Camp after work to paint the smoke from Napa and Sonoma. It made for a rather dramatic sunset as in blew in toward Marin. Good luck to all the family’s and fire crews in the path of the fires. Stay strong.
I was supposed to cut down brush but instead I found the chaos lovely and picked up my brush instead. I excel at being both lazy and productive at the same time.
Just looking down my driveway
A battle with a hive of yellow jackets was once waged here, many lives were lost, today it’s just the location of a quarantine painting.
Lunch time Plein air, quarantine addition. Today I sketched a corner of my kitchen .
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.
Painted on a freezing, wet and dull January morning. The boys were sick so I set up shop at grandmas house and while they watched cartoons near a lovely roaring fire I half froze to death while painting this sketch of my moms gravel driveway.
This sketch is from late January. No thanks to the Kincade fire, the family ranch had been charred black for weeks, then we had our first rain and they magically turned a brilliant shade of green. I did my best to capture it.
Interesting side note, because the fires burned back all the grass it exposed a bunch of petrified wood in the area where I’m standing.
A quick lunchtime study. Looking north on the trail just below the arguello gate lookout, in the Persidio, San Francisco
