Untitled landscape, 1969

Untitled landscape, 1969, oil on masonite, 36x28 inches.
From the collection of Janice Pober.

El Sombrero, 1994 ~ 2006

Eat the Rich

Tomorrow we will be thankful for clafoutis.

Trees at the Alhambra

The Amazing 3D Rembrandt

Rembrandt van Rijn, self-portrait, 1659, detail. From Artrift, an interesting site, (the John Elkins quote is food for thought) , but they seem not to know of Riccola.

Happy Halloween!

Maggie's painting

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The Confluence

The Confluence, 1990, acrylic on canvas, 60x42 inches.

From the collection of Ron Notto and Darrell Andre.

This is the Mary’s River, where it flows into the Willamette River at Corvallis Oregon.

The painting is not so dark, nor as brilliant. It is all done by light from within the paint.

It is a painting I did not want to finish, and a painting I would were it possible, expand from the four sides of its two dimensions so that the whole world looked like the paint, the tone of the painting.

The canvas was once a cliffy ravine, a spotty hillside of a thousand strokes, gray and green and familiar country, something to look at, not much more than illusion, landscape not portrait: turn it around.

It became The Secret Garden before it hung for sale above the color and rinse station at Architects and Heroes just as the Pompeian calendar finally freed the slaves in my heart of all perspective and all of us walked with Elise across Alta Plaza.

There are wild cats in that painting, lots of trailing vines and flowers, the wall then the city and the horizon, still landscape.

That damned Claude Lorraine, fuck Turner, fuck the very morning, fuck all, what a beautiful mystery along the river, a hundred thousand swipes of a four-inch hog bristle brush, paint gone to water.

Here are two watercolors of Oregon...

Fear & Loathing

Pictures from the TC

L'aube Cap d'Ail

L'aube Cap d'Ail, watercolor on paper, app. 9x11 inches, 1990.

Paul and Vreneli Farber.

One of those moments I think I'd've stayed in forever had you been there instead of your friend, our friend at the front door back home with your $4000 in the Bell Market bag and the dog in Calistoga.

Oh yes, ha ha, I flew first class from Barajas and rode to Nice all the way in a cab, in my seersucker suit, in those shoes like my Dad hated, planning post cards and a new language.

We stayed in the poolhouse, whatever it was, no villa but better, down at the end of the terrace, away from the kids in the east and just below the German family.

The Dordogne

The Dordogne from the Belvedere at Domme, acrylic on canvas, 36x72 inches, 2003(3).

Mat and Deb Hockley.

Mt Dennison: Portman's Pond

McDonald Hill: the SCICON painting

Dennison, Moses and Albany Hill

Carquinez from El Sobrante

October morning at the TC

I am in France again, in San Francisco, on the morning of another Golden Age...

Out the Window

October Uptown

Hail Mary 1963

Tomato

Tomato is acrylic on masonite, about 30-32 x 36 inches, signed and dated 1970.

Jerry Pompili bought it, I can't remember when he first saw it or where; he sent the digital over this afternoon.

~Amoreena~

Elton John and Bernie Taupin, 1970

Lately I've been thinking how much I miss my lady

Amoreena's in the cornfield brightening the daybreak

Living like a lusty flower, running through the grass for hours

Rolling through the hay like a puppy child

And when it rains the rain falls down

Washing out the cattle town

And she's far away somewhere in her eiderdown

And she dreams of crystal streams

Of days gone by when we would lean

Laughing fit to burst upon each other

I can see you sitting eating apples in the evening

The fruit juice flowing slowly, slowly, slowly

Down the bronze of your body

Living like a lusty flower, running through the grass for hours

Rolling through the hay like a puppy child

Oh if only I could nestle in the cradle of your cabin

My arms around your shoulders the windows wide and open

While the swallow and the sycamore are playing in the valley

Oh I miss you Amoreena like a king bee misses honey

Lately I've been thinking how much I miss my lady

Amoreena's in the cornfield brightening the daybreak

Living like a lusty flower, running through the grass for hours

Rolling through the hay like a puppy child

Prepping October

Cafe Trieste and the Sunset

Los gitanos reales

Yuffie

The little garden

Rocky