I did some borrowing from a cave painting in southern France. The cave painter was pretty stunning, I have to say. Did this about 30,000 years ago. I pulled it up with google.
I just felt like this abstract needed some pencils.
I’ve been on Metra lately and had this idea. I was also trying out watercolor board as a support for the acrylic painting. I like it, but–as with many things–it didn’t solve all my problems.
I’ll return to more representational painting soon, I’m sure. But I’m drawn lately to non-drawn paintings.
At first, I thought this guitar was drowning, but then I realized it was holding its own. Acrylic on canvas, 16 by 20.
The farmer’s market has been impossible to resist these last couple of weeks. This fruit was laid out on our counter like this. That’s not really our counter, though. And the fruit has been through a post-impressionist filter of some kind. Acrylic on paper. 18 by 24.
I wish I could say this landscape is real, but it’s imaginary–although it’s based on a true story, so to speak. Acrylic on paper, 18 by 24.
A garden outside the door at an air bnb in Eugene Oregon. The garden was designed by the birds and squirrels. Everything grows in Eugene. The trick, apparently, is to remove what you don’t want.
More is not always more, as they say. I thought of calling this one “Sun Rolls Down Hill.” Acrylic on canvas. 18 by 24. (Sold.)
The guitar was given to me–like, for free–by a friend of mine a long time ago. The apples were newer and cost 1.99 a pound. Acrylic on canvas. 16 by 20.