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Saturday Walkers
Here is a quick plein air sketch that I didn’t know I liked until I looked through my sketchbook later. I did it quickly as a warmup and moved on. I like it because the two figures are expressive yet … Continue reading
Posted in Figures, Plein Air
Tagged Black Bristol Paper, Gouache, Mission Trails Regional Park, Plein Air, San Diego
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High Tide at Cabrillo
Yesterday, I went to the tide pools at Cabrillo National Monument with the Thursday painters. I had a great time, but I was not satisfied with my plein air piece. Later, I painted this second piece at home, using the … Continue reading
Posted in Landscape
Tagged Black Watercolor Paper, Cabrillo National Monument, California, Gouache, Landscape, San Diego
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The Middle Seat
This is little sketch from my Tuesday night sketch group.
Walking the Dog, III
Something about the companionship of a dog and a person walking together catches my attention when I am out painting. This is especially true late in the southern California dry season with its sunbaked landscape. I like how the figures, … Continue reading
Posted in Plein Air
Tagged Black Watercolor Paper, California, Gouache, Lake Murray, Landscape, Light, Plein Air, San Diego
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Oranges and Stripes
I found this overlooked painting in my sketchbook. I like the composition with the repetition of stripes and ovals.
Walking the Dog, II
This is the third of a series that I seem to be working on. We just entered the last month of our dry season here in San Diego, and these sketches feature our straw-colored hills.
Posted in Landscape, Plein Air, Telling a Story
Tagged California, Gouache, Plein Air, San Diego
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Walking the Dogs
It was hot, but the young man and his dogs did not seem to notice. They walked briskly past me, whereas I was sheltering under a big shade tree at our local reservoir, Lake Murray.