Tuesday, April 23, 2013
If you leave the frisbee golf course, and walk out onto the big sand flats and south toward the damn, you'll likely walk through this spot. A few eucalyptus trees left behind by who knows, past oaks and amid true natives. It's like a gateway. I lured my fellow painter out to this spot so I could paint in safety.
I was quite pleased with this painting when I did it, and I still like it, but it's starting to look a little busy to me. Like I keep telling myself, simpler is better. I'm mostly convinced of it.
I'm not mad for my last post. But it's better I think than me writing to the editor of the L. A. Times.