Old Mountain Road, Upper Nyack, NY. This lovely stream ambles through woods and neighborhoods on its leisurely stroll to the Hudson River.

Visiting my family this past week I discovered a small cemetery near their home in Upper Nyack, NY. I'd passed by there many times in years gone by without noticing it behind the shrubbery and stone wall. It was a family cemetery, dating back to the 1600's

"Here lieth body [sic] of James Palmer departed this life November the 12th 1875 aged 33."

It's a self-portrait, intended as a study for the central figure in a larger painting.

Venice Beach, at the end of Washington Blvd. I always have to remember how much of what we see is defined by shadows.

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.

The lifeguard station on the Venice Pier, Los Angeles.

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.

Technology hell: computer, modem, mouse, USB multi-plug, printer and scanner, iPod, Flip camera, external hard drive, camera and recharger, cell phone,  microphone, headset, television, VCR (2). Lo-tech dog.

Santa Monica, alley behind Main Street (just a couple short blocks from Arnold's office, where he is purported to have romped with his concubines). Watercolor, pen and ink on Arches Carnet de Voyage.

Playa del Rey, Los Angeles. I sketched the Szechuan Palace several years back and then revisited it. It's gone through significant alterations. Fun to document the changes in our world. This little guy is 6x8 inches, watercolor, pen and ink on Arches 300 lb.

Santa Monica, 3rd Street Promenade. There are no words.....

 

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.

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.)

 

Manchester and Sepulveda, just off the 405. An iconic Los Angeles landmark. (watercolor, 5x7")

Playa del Rey, home of the shackburger, and until you've had one you don't begin to know what a burger can be!

Malibu Creek at Pacific Coast Highway.

Los Angeles, the 405 North from the Palms overpass. We Americans show our disdain for precipitously rising gas prices by taking to our cars. (This was a good subject for an artist, because it didn't move very much.)

Santa Monica, 3rd Street Promenade.

 

I'm back in LA now, thinking of la Pietra, our place high in the hills outside Cortona gazing down into the valley where Hannibal defeated the Romans in the battle of Trasimeno, 200 BC.