On the Rocks

I leave my panels around the studio and I can't leave them alone. I look at them and in the course of a few days, I see one thing out of wack...rework just a little. Much Improved. jb

Those Hills

I am working on a series of hills and fields, trying to edit as much as possible and loosen up. These particular ones I try to capture in every kind of weather in every possible light. Just a calm exersize in stressful times...a parent in end-stage Alhizimer's, sometines all I can do is to paint those hills. Forgive me if ten versions pop up. jb

The Beach

Coming up on the ocean after crossing the dunes is just magic...there is never NEVER anyone on the beach on the other side. We cross the bay in the Kayaks, hike the dunes and have it all to ourselves. For me, Heaven! jb

Another Cove

I walk to this cove, Spooner's Cove, quite a lot. The cobbles on the beach are soft, smooth, chalky stones in every pastel shade and some beautiful ochers and pinks. They are comforting to hold and roll about in the palm of your hand.

Old Road 2

I had a great day painting all day. I finished up the old road piece I had started. Tomorrow, a new hike, a new painting subject. jb

Small Cove

Here, the coastal ranges abruptly stop and fall into the sea. Left to the sea to wear themselves out, small coves shelter the sea's secrets.
I find water hard to capture, but I'm always drawn to it. jb

Old Road and Woods Across the Bay

Sometimes the sun hits the tops of the trees and sets everything glowing gold. I am so taken with this little piece. This one I declare finished. I love it. jb

I started four paintings and made a good first pass, but not finished any: Preview. I so enjoyed not only capturing these images in sketches and washes on the trail, but painting them has proved to be a true lesson also. I think I'm getting it with oil paint, working easy, but not quite loose yet. jb

The Pallet

This is the piece of kraft paper that covers my work counter when I'm painting. I wipe my brush on it, remove paint from the brush before cleaning in the faux turp. Example: I use so much paint that somehow doesn't end up on the actual panel. I insist on over-painting and making a dull meld. I'm trying to break that habit.

I love the abstract random wipes though. I'm keeping all my wipe-papers now. jb

Across the Bay

Every morning we walk the dogs a mile or so to the beach along the point of Baywood Park. It curves around the bay and at the end, one faces a view across the bay that always vibrates to me no matter what the light. It is my morning meditation; I love to paint it.

I was working with a small round brush and felt easy about it... more importantly, I quit before I added to much, keeping some of the nuances of stroke, color, medium, random luck. jb

On the Dunes, Early

The fog was nowhere. One could see all the way to the far point early this morning. We walked the beach with the dogs to cool off before the sun was high. I was supposed to be proofreading depositions; I painted instead. The colors on the beach kept calling me. I had to go. jb