Half Moon Bay,
12”x9”, acrylic on paper, 2000
This week marked 24 years of living in San Francisco. I love San Francisco, but one of my
favorite things about the City is escaping. Even a quick day trip and you can easily ground yourself in
nature close by. The ride down
Route One to Santa Cruz and back has always been a favorite. When I make the trip there are usually
plenty of stops along the way.
Yesterday was no exception with a stop at Pescadero State Beach, lunch in
Davenport, Swanton Berry Farm
and a walk through the redwoods at Henry Cowell State Park.
It was a good way to start spring. Big yellow fields of mustards are glowing all along the
way. As I drive I always remember
many paintings inspired by previous trips. Above is one of the fields outside of Half Moon Bay. A quick, small painting that blurs like
the view as I might have zoomed by on a day 15 years ago. It’s time for those yellow fields to
make a sequel. Yesterday I was
taking plenty of pictures as “color studies. A very yellow Collagescape
is coming soon.
