Feel the place
Stand where
I stood.
Every painting is a few hours in one place. Fly the drone down the beach first, then three ways in: the light at your hour, the sound of the spot, and a whole morning at your own pace.
See · the light right now
What I painted at about this hour.
Hear · Tune in
Close your eyes.
This is what it sounded like.
A radio dial where the frequency is latitude. Drag the needle from Point Lobos down to Cabo: every station is the real sound of the spot, the day I painted there.
Take your time · hold to paint
One morning
at the Arch.
Hold the button and the morning plays: the painting comes up stroke by stroke. Let go and it waits for you.
Or watch the film, 3:00
Every one ends at a painting
Take the place
home with you.
Every painting on the site was painted outside, in one sitting, at one of these places.
Prints
Forty-four
to live with.
The sketches I’d hang myself, printed to order on heavyweight fine art paper.


