I live in a San Luis Obispo, California. Right downtown, and I can walk everywhere. Such a great way to live. I can be a hermit and hide out in my studio, or chat with friends at the coffee shop just a few blocks away.
Although I grew up here, I’m just now realizing how much I love the Central Coast, and California in general. What a wonderland of light and color. I can paint everything from beaches to farmlands to redwoods to deserts. They’re all right outside my front door.
My studio is a converted one car garage, with salvaged windows and a decadent heated floor. I paint with oils, using a variety of haphazard brushes. No particular technique, just whatever works best.
Every painting is a mystery until it’s finished. I love puzzles, so the element of surprise in every work keeps things interesting.
The things that interest me right now are the parts of California that are disappearing. Bungalow courts demolished, water tanks torn down, even the cottage down the street won’t be the same when it’s been scrubbed clean and redecorated. And the good classic things, like a beloved vintage bike or a favorite pair of sneakers. I worry that all of the things that have been used and loved and lived in are going away.
So I paint them.
