Journey, along with me, into the heart of Big Sur. In this latest show, I have painted some of my favorite places in the Wild. Each of us perceives a painting differently , certain features call for our focus. And sometime we lose focus and are consumed by the immediacy and transcendent nature of the experience. Enjoy…
Through the eyes of the Condor
On the Condor hike. I sketched this location and painted a large version in my studio at home. My exhibition — INTO THE HEART—BIG SUR, will be on view at the Venture Gallery in Monterey, March 1—March 31. My reception is on March 4, from 3:30 — 6:30.
The Arch
Morning. Waiting for my paper to dry. Plants, soil and rock cling tenaciously to existence. Water slowly and relentlessly engaging in conversation about change. Working to erode stone monuments.
Mendocino headlands
This morning I painted, situated below the edge of the cliffs, avoiding some of the wind. Sounding waves, birds, wind and sun. Like one of the rocks eroding slightly.
Rock Walls, Big Sur
Clarity of being, no need to search for meaning. I’m part of it.
Wave sound
I painted in Big Sur a few days ago, in one of my favorite locations. It was overcast and calm so I could sit for four hours on the cliffs and paint without too much sun. While my layers were drying, I listened to the wave sound, and my being was immersed in water, rock and sky. I was lost in a good way. I finished the painting in my studio. I like the subtlety and the grey, peaceful aspects of the painting.
Hidden Beach- Big Sur
This is a place, hidden away, and not easy to get down to with my paints and gear. A rocky beach, unspoiled and spectacular. The rock in the right foreground was giving me grief so I added lots of water and brushed the image until it blended, then dabbed in some darks, It came out beautifully. Here, in this place, there is no time, and no thought.
Carmel Beach "Glory"
Walking on Scenic, above the beach, the waves. In my studio, trying to get the feeling of the moment. Painting quickly, several layers, and later finishing the work. It has a simplicity to it.
Leaves
December leaves, carrying bright color, their last great act.
The sun’s descendants.
Scattered yet connected, families.
A Carmel Valley trail littered with shapes to paint.
Peace on the cliffs of Big Sur
A day of peace in Big Sur. Painting and listening. The chance to get out , rare these days. Waves, sound, power, ease of earth breathing. This plein air painting was juried into a show at the Mendocino Art Center.
