Standing on the corner of B street and Mission Avenue in San Rafael looking west on a Smokey afternoon.

Standing on the corner of B street and Mission Avenue in San Rafael looking west on a Smokey afternoon.

It’s gross outside. Smoke from the Willits fire has turned the whole neighborhood a peach hue.

Finally got away from my desk but I only had an hour before the sun set, so I quickly drove to the other side of San Anselmo, parked near the bald hill trailhead, walked a few feet past the gate and just started painting. The temperature started to drop, it’s the first time a while I needed a jacket while painting.


Looking out the living room window the air is heavy with smoke from the Napa and Sonoma fires. It’s a weird mix of purple and yellow greens. Strongly backlit in the morning light the view from my dinning room table continues to challenge me.

Rode my bike up the ridge above San Anselmo looking for something to paint. For me, painting Mt. Tam feels a bit like a Marin artist cliche and I usually try to avoid it, but this morning it looked very impressive in its veil of smoke from the fires in Sonoma and Napa.

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


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

I painted the unkept hillside to the south of my house from my living room window. Gravity is slowly pulling this little staircase down the slope. I probably should do something to fix it before it rolls off a small cliff and into my car. That sounds like a lot of work to fix though so instead I’ll just ignore it for a little longer and keep painting.
I hand ground and mixed the green paint from some Gamblin Chromium Oxide Green Pigment.

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.
