An artist need never be bored. All it takes is a surface to work on and something with which to make marks. The blank paper or canvas beckons. I define Art as the metaphors with which we share our unique experience of life. Thespianage suggests to me the drama played out in the world around us in every moment, and the act of standing apart and recording what we see and feel in a way that paradoxically connects us to others.
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Okay, not a quick sketch, and not done on location, but "sketchy" enough for me to post here, and done with reference to the many sketches I've done in this beautiful place on a hillside looking out over the Valdichiana Valley. It's la Pietra, in Cortona, where you can join me for personal guided tours of Tuscany and your own individual painting workshops, tailored to your needs. Contact me for details.
Saturday, May 28, 2011
The corner of National and National in Los Angeles, half a block from my house. National Blvd. is the most perplexing thoroughfare in the city. Several times it reaches an intersection and does a 90 degree turn. At one point you can't go any further and must turn onto Overland, cross the 10 Freeway overpass, and pick up National on the other side. This has interested me as a place to draw ever since they erected the electronic billboard, which is constantly changing. I finally got around to it.
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Saturday, May 14, 2011
Sunday, May 08, 2011
I saw this fellow sitting in the parking lot of a convenience store frantically playing air guitar and wailing what I guessed was meant to be heavy metal sounds. I handed him a five dollar bill. He grinned and looked at me gratefully. "Thanks, man," he said, and added, "so do you want to hit me?" "No," I answered, "I want to draw you." He seemed to enjoy posing.
Sunday, May 01, 2011
Main channel, Marina del Rey, Los Angeles. I've watched the growth over the years from back when I first lived here on a houseboat, then on my Matthews 42 sport fisherman and finally my Fuji 45 ketch. When I first came here my friend Pancho Kohner owned the house on the far left and none of the other buildings seen here had been built. (Click on image to enlarge.)
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