After the dawn Easter service on Mt. Davidson in San Francisco I sat on the hillside and quickly painted this simplified landscape. The light and mist changed as I painted. Though I wasn’t trying for complete realism, the moment in the painting was no longer present when I took the photo. #watercolor #pleinair #sfba
I’m having a very painting weekend. It feels like something has unwound inside me and I just want to paint and paint. All my tools and materials are organized in an easy way for me to take them with me anywhere, and I do: cafe, garden, hillside. I keep seeing more I want to paint.
When the week starts again, I’ll fall into work again, and might not have time to paint at all. So I grasp the opportunity when it’s there. The sacrifice is the house is a mess; I haven’t made an Easter basket like I usually do; eggs still in their dye bath. I just paint and paint.
For a while I was obsessed with ultra low tides and would rearrange everything to be out at low tide. The tide happens when it happens! Painting is like that a bit, but with good light and weather. Morning light is my favorite. Late afternoon is also good, but morning is best.

Morning light is best because it’s beautiful and as the early light goes, you just get light, and more light and more light. You can keep going. Evening light flees. The most beautiful moment is there and then passes in minutes and it’s too dark to see colors well.

You can paint in the “dark” too but the thing is you can’t really see the color anymore, like literally on the paper. Or I can’t. So the time available to capture evening light is shorter. It’s less forgiving.