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12"x8" oil on canvas panel ••• It would seem that some sort of cosmic alignment needs to take
place for me to paint flowers. Don't get me wrong, I love flowers. I
just don't paint them a lot. • History has shown that the cosmic equation goes something like this:
And let me tell you, that woman can make a bouquet out of just about
anything. If you gave Her petrified lizards, lemon peel from last
night's salmon, and an empty bottle of Wild Turkey found at the side of
the Sierra Highway, I bet She would make a nice arrangement out of it.
(May smell nasty, but it would look nice.) •
Her victims this time were some African daises (what some people call
"Freeway Daisies"), some statice, and some sort of empty spice bottle. •
The tops of the daisies are such a light purple that they appear white.
They are lighter than lilac. Lighter Than Lilac? That sounds like a
name for a retro soft rock band. You know, like The Little River Band,
but in drag. • How I went from
talking about painting flowers to coming up with a name for a
cross-dressing 1970s cover band I will never know.
Posted March 10, 2016
4"x6" oil on masonite panel ••• I am not 100% sure why I painted this car. Don't get me wrong, the car is gorgeous and the owner should be very proud. And it is not because the Pontiac Safari wagon was the oft neglected half-sibling to the rocking Chevy Nomad. No, the reason is that $%@# blue on its flanks. • You might recall me mentioning that my camera is evil. Well, one of the issues is that the camera just can't seem to correctly capture certain pigments. After taking my work to professional photographers, I have since found that this is not an issue confined to my camera alone (though I still think it is evil). Some colors just seem really hard to capture in the Land of RGB. Blues are an issue; they can just scream out from the image. But a particular blue not only has to be reined in, it is just about impossible to capture or color correct for. For lack of a better term, I would call it Cerulean blue. Blue to the green, but NOT blue green. The sides of this wagon are in that family, but the car was just so beautiful, that I had to take a shot at it—camera be damned. • And by the way, don't even talk to me about reds. Reds give me sphilkes.
Posted March 3, 2016
sold • private collection glendale, ca
