The day was superb! Soft warm air and the scent of earth. Just last week it was miserable and looked like we were never to see the sun again. Now, its just a memory. Spring has shown it full beauty today. This is what we wait for, and why seasons help us to remember that.

I wouldn't even attempt to paint it. It's too... perfect.

Harbor Along the Coast

11x14

acrylic on gallery wrapped canvas

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The small coffee stained sketch is still at my desk, and I wonder how a scribbled pen and ink drawing, which I can barely recognize, becomes a painting. But, at the time, the sketch was fresh and alive, and I knew exactly what I wanted to say. That is why, if I feel it necessary to add notes and info. bites onto the drawing, just in case I can't get to it right away.

Fortunately this one surpassed my expectations.

Warm Water Sailing

11x14

acrylic on gallery wrapped canvas

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Done from a 2x3" thumbnail sketch on notebook paper, while having my coffee. The overtones are meant to be pastel hues with candy flavored skies, since I think of the tropics as a sweet warm place. The green in the ocean, comes from the sand and coral shallows that reflect light from the sandy bottom.

SAILING BY

11 X 14 acrylic on canvas

I really like the non-complexity in this work.

I said what I needed to say, and let it be. For me, it is a very singular event, with minimal definition needed. I like the passage of time, as noted by the sails, going by, and almost out of the scene. Like a flock of birds or a herd of deer, they are just passing by to who knows where.

Just a short entry here. Just finished a painting that was derived from a rather simple sketch. Really basic compositional elements, and color palette. The painting was already done in my head before the first brushstroke went on the canvas. I love those kind of pieces. The image must have been so ingrained in my senses, that painting it was almost like exhaling. It just fell onto the canvas. So simple, yet so complex as it is arranged by the mind, into a sketch. ... and then, into the painting.

Sometimes, that happens. Not always. But this time it did. When I get a pix, I'll put it up for you to see.

Seaside Conversation

11 x 14

acrylic on canvas

My pen knows what it wants to draw,

As I sat in a coffee shop, pen in hand... a rough version of this evolved. When I returned to the studio, I made a painting from it. I don't really plan a drawing,, it just happens. I am glad that I don't gruel over the perfect drawing, because each one has something to say on its own. The pen knows.

Been working on a few paintings this week. Mostly 11x14 size. Getting a little more liberal with the colors and application of paint. I hope to get them posted as soon as I can.

Wow, I just can't seem to get enough painting in. ... So much to paint, so many subjects. Most of which are actually sketches from places in my head, that came from places I've seen or been to and had remembered experiences. It's kind of like a big pot of stew, and there's a lot that goes into the making of an image. First and foremost, it's got to come from the inner self. Not superficial outside sources. Art for me, is a passion, not simply a motion of techniques and formulas. It's got to breath and live, and move.