Looking out my kitchen window, a month after easter, I saw a vivid sky—pink, blue, and white—with Mount Tamalpais below. I painted the feeling of seeing it. It’s vividness. It’s more real than real feeling.
On the drive back from Santa Barbara in April 2017, I watched rolling green hills move and shift and flow. Poppies, abundant after the end of several years of drought, came in patches, not as many as I would have thought, but enough to create an impression. The sky blue, eternally blue, hung luminous, […]
Girl Roller Skating Past Monster