I paint where I live. As a subject, I mean. I paint what surrounds me.
It may seem obvious to paint what is directly around you, but I never think of it that way when I’m doing it. I simply move somewhere, settle in, and begin to find inspiration in what’s around me.
I’ve lived by the Sacramento River. There, I painted the levee and tree-lined river bend at sunset from my many evening walks.
I’ve lived in Downtown Sacramento. While living Downtown, I painted houses dressed like cakes in colorful garnish, sitting tall, full of history, and life inside, and small corners of the city that usually go unnoticed.
Now, I live in East Sacramento. Amidst the neighborhoods are ecosystems of natural beauty. I’m painting these delicate moments of life’s small treasures. I’m painting the complementary colors of a red and green bottle brush bush, the bursting composition of an orange tree in full blossom, the elegance of blue-violet morning glory vines clinging to a long stretch of trellis, and so much more.
Inspiration comes from what’s directly around me. No matter where I live, I find inspiration, and I always find myself painting
where I live.