I was painting in the Main Post of the Presidio at lunch today on Graham Street. It was a beautiful day here, with really nice light, and I couldn’t have asked for better conditions. The oils didn’t give me any trouble, The wind didn’t pick up like it usually does, I didn’t forget any supplies or drop the painting in the dirt, and the notifications on my phone said Trump was guilty on all all thirty four felony counts. It was a lovely afternoon.
Found my motivation way too late. After dragging my heals I finally made it out the door only to realize my light was gone. I quickly set up in the gravel driveway and slopped some paint onto a panel just to have a go at it. Had about 40mins to paint before I couldn’t see anymore. Cleaning up in the dark is a pain.
Walked down the hill to catch the last rays of light and the evening commute here in San Anselmo. Standing over by Play Well looking east towards United Market.
I was painting by the post office steps today in Ross, CA and heard a great deal of cautiously optimistic chatter regarding the election. One gentleman summed up the mood of the community thus, “We might actually be able to sleep next week.” Wouldn’t that be nice.
Walked downtown to paint and grab a burrito. Barber street looking west from the bridge over San Anselmo creek.
Standing on the corner of B street and Mission Avenue in San Rafael looking west on a Smokey afternoon.
Just looking down my driveway
I made this oil sketch back in February during a lunch break. It was a holiday for most people so there were no cars parked near Lucasfilm which was rather unusual. Looking West from the east end of General Kennedy Ave. in San Francisco, CA
Thinking about my comic project with Dick and Don and how it winds its way around San Francisco.
I don’t know how but this story panel got lost in the shuffle. It is from the beginning of the sketchbook I am currently working on and probably should have been included a few posts back. It is from the beginning of my Wakefield storm sequence.
