some photos, November to now, in reverse order
Begin and end with red. Samara Golden at Night Gallery.
David, for Matt Austin’s I’m Here project.
For Iris Hu and for baumtest.
Issue No. 2 launch party on March 12 at 435 Broadway.
Jack’s fodder project, first crop.
The Liberty Tax Statue of Liberty on La Brea.
Don’t forget to get yours done, I guess.
Young gave me a lily at the art fair.
Indeed, I was there.
On the parking lot roof at Broadway and 4th.
Another for Matt Austin. (This time I’m linking to a song by the Mama’s and the Papa’s that Matt posted to his site… All the leaves are brown, but my heart is true. Thanks for making me remember and feel, Matt.)
This has gotta be someplace, don’t you think?
I found a shape in the street, after the Guggenheim Gallery install. Palm Street in Orange.
(Where the air is perfumed with citrus blossoms TO THIS DAY.)
Rock on with your old time California jones.
A pinecone from Parkfield, found in Glendale.
Marcus Herse and Vanessa Conte are friends of mine. They did this.
In conversation with friends one day, the subject of outdated gay slang terms came up. I was tasked with finding an example of a basket. (Um, duh.) Mission accomplished.
Is that a colander in your pocket, or are you glad to see me?
Pam recommended I try PVA Size.
I think I like it better when the threat of ruin hangs over my oil paintings on cardboard. (smile)
Guess who? Guess what? My angel has my heart.
From a recent painting.
The New Hampshire parking lot at Kaiser Sunset.
Hm. I just don’t know.
Highway 46 in Paso Robles. Grocery shopping.
Morro Rock from near the bird sanctuary. Getting ready for Thanksgiving.
Kaucyila’s dog Mingus. Ruf.
Ah, yes. A couple of small things in the street.
In the hospital. Arterial circulation sketch. I wasn’t rejecting after all. (Banana added for scale.) Thinking of Dominic Quagliozzi.
John Mills’ legs in front of Weekend, one night in December.
On the road to the cabin.
David burned some clippings last Fall.
A red truck and a red fence, on Vine Street in Hollywood.