Every morning I like to take a look at the painting I'm working on. This sketch shows the composition of a painting of orchids I've got up on the easel at the moment. It's unfinished and measures 60 inches by 72 inches. The biggest I've ever done.
Four or five goldfish came to the warmed surface of our pond and a dragonfly skirted the water hawthorne like a tiny, skinny easter bunny, looking to lay hidden eggs.
Lots of cyclists and a guy on a scooter came rolling over the hill from Mill Valley.
We ate lunch at the Corte Madera Café.
Our server was a slender woman with a truly angelic face but I have not represented her very well with this drawing. Can the arts ever match living beauty? We try, and so often fall short. Daily matching wits with the ugliness of life.
We continued our excursion to the Sloat Nursery where I caught this woman watering herbs while Anne picked out baby lettuce and cilantro.
In the other direction I note the large but portable mollusk mural has been brought back to Proof Lab, a landmark surfer's shop. It hangs around the corner from an immense mural painted on the wall of rolling waves at sunset.
So lucky to be able to draw in this area filled with art and nature and interesting people, don't you think?
