To drive along the coast and see the clarity is sometimes startling. On those clear days witch are meany here in Southern California is a real gift to all that stop to take it in. This was just one of those days. I really don't think I'm going to say much more. I just want to drift off in it's beauty.
It was still early morning and 90 degrees;
I wondered what the rest of the day was going to be. I could ponder this
question till the end of the day and no-mater what I would come up with, it
would mater not. Like so many things in life we have no say, it's all
what you do with at that given moment.To cold, put a sweater on, to hot take it off. So... I took in a nice
deep breath of fresh air, walked over to this beautiful tree, and sat in its
shade and dreamed of dreams.
So having to get out of town, I thought, why not get up early and do a blast out to the desert, maybe stop at the "Blue Fox" and grab some chorizo & egg's, hot coffee and see some galleries. Agreeing with myself, popped out of bed, hosed myself off and headed out to the infamies morning palm springs run..
It was around 6:40 in Laguna Nigel and I was heading North to San Louis Obispo, meet up with some friends, catch up on some good talks, good eats at "The Spoon Trade", check out the wines, all great stuff. So I was glade knowing all trains are on time..
So the other day I'm on my Instagram when I come across a Jody Larcombe's photo's and fell in love with her photo, I asked, could I paint this, she said yes... So, today I not just painted it but streamed it on my twitch.tv/madmanschwartz where one can see this and others at:https://www.twitch.tv/madmanschwartz/v/116373964
So thank you Jody actress/photographer at: https://www.instagram.com/jodylarc/
It was a new day. I awoke to the
sounds of birds, crickets, the buzz of bees and the throaty call of
frogs. The sun was peeking over the ridge warming the air and land.
I looked around at all that surrounded me and thought of the years that have passed,
and wonder of what lies ahead. But for now, it is a new day for me to embrace
and give a heart felt shout and say "Hello Again."
I stopped on this path and looked at was just ahead. The forest of trees became thick, the trees got taller. I wouldn't swear to it, but I think things got quieter. I felt myself being pulled forward. I listened to the quiet and slowly sounds of streams and birds filled the air. I smiled as I disappeared into shadows.
We walked for some time talking about this and that and without realizing, we began to speak softly, soon we stopped all together, words where not necessary nor did we want to disturb all that surrounded us; The gurgling of the streams, the songs of the birds, rustling of the fall leaves was all that was needed for the sound of silence.
The late afternoon sun was going down, the air was getting chilly. I bent down to feel the cool waters and was struck by the sheer beauty and stillness. Two birds glided lazily in the silence of what seemed a never ending flight. It was time for me to say goodby.
Standing on the wooden walkway crossing the stream, I peered down into the cool water rippling by and the gathering of fallen leaves. The soft sounds of the water tumbling mixed with all the songs of birds made for a perfect time to stop and dream.
It was mid-afternoon and I was on a walk
with my son and his daughter, (my grandchild]. It was a time to be quiet and
listen to the sounds of this most magical place. There was so much to see
that I felt I couldn't get enough to fill my eyes and mind. There where
things for me to paint with every turn of my head. So much beauty I
thought, "I will run out of time." Better get busy and
paint.... Here's the start of many more to come.
Continuing my trip up North I was hoping to get to a motel or hotel before the sky opens up dumps. Pulling off on the side of the road I got out of my car taking in the beauty that surrounded me before the dark skies take over and the rains begin.
It was up north on a cloudy weekend when I spotted this meadow of deep burnt umber's mixed with golden shades. All supporting a gathering of rumbling clouds and the approach of rains to come. Yet unfazed, the grazing went on without a care, I thought to myself, could I do that, could I be unfazed by what might be approaching.
Heading south trying to catch the sun as it slowly sinks behind the clouds and eventually giving way to night my mind drifts to all that has taken place. Like the setting sun and the beginning of the new day that will fallow, I too look forward to new beginnings as well, I do indeed
The sun was setting as I raced to find parking in order to find parking and walk down to the water. This place is back-bay in Newport Beach with up scale homes that surround this most beautiful place. I had to sneak in just to get the shot. There is a price to see beauty, a price to see brackish water.
It was a clear and cool sunny day. The bus had just pulled away from the curb throwing up dust and fallen leaves that swirled around my lags. I turned and looked at this endless field of green and my heart skipped a beat. I was eight years old when I stepped off that bus and it was my first day in this magical place. My mothers hand reached for mine as she smiled down with warmth and safety, she said, "come on! lets go to the park" Many years later I wrote a short story about this and, from time to time I read it to myself with found flashbacks.... So today!... I remembered, and painted when I was just a boy.
At one time way before tweeting, texting, deleting, Instagram, streaming, blogging and, and, and.... There were "telephones", some with long tangled wires, some had, if you got fancy the curly wire at the end of your receiver that one had to wipe down from sticky hands.
Well! at that time, while talking on your "telephone" you would realize you where not alone... It was the age of saying to a total stranger, "Sorry", "Can you hang up now!" or "I was talking first". Ah Yes!... The "Party Line".
It was early morning and still dark and yet! like clockwork, one can hear the school bus rumbling somewhere in the neighborhood. It was the signal of the end of summer and the beginning of a school year. There were going to be new friends, teachers, games and a new beginning to that very first day.
With a soft breeze and still feeling the warmth of the sun the two strolled of. It was the end of a most perfect day here in Laguna Beach. I watched the two disappear into the shadows leaving me alone with the glow of a pink sky and a setting sun.
With evening approaching and a day field with lunch with friends, post-office, looking in on a few galleries, banking.... I know what your thinking... This guy is busy... But the truth is... I was just heading back into Laguna and took this shot and said to self.. #PaintThis
With the sun setting on the boundary waters a quiet fell over the lands. After a time, new sounds came into play, frogs, owls, crickets, buzz of mosquitoes the scurrying of small night life all adding to the music of the night. It was time to set up camp, make some hot coffee and dream.
Everything. seemed so calm, there was still, the water's moved slowly past... Then!, I heard the sound of thunder far off. Looking in that direction I saw the lighting, a light breeze came up at first fallowed by a light rains. Moments later the blackbirds took flight signaling to do the same and make a quick exit.
Newer version, I warmed the sky and dropped that same pink into the lower corners adding to the overall feeling.
6X6 oil on panel
I had been walking for sometime, gingerly being careful not to disturb the underbrush or step on a new seedling that might one day become... The air was still, soft sounds of unseen birds called out musical notes. Well, on this very fine day I stumbled out from the underbrush on to this most delicate of ponds. I found myself slowing down my movement not to brake the silence. Stopping my walk, I sat down letting the hush fall on me like a soft blanket.
For me, I needed to just get away from the noise, people, sights and sounds of it all. I have been in an amazing art show with great artists that I can talk with about what it is like to do what we do. I play a card game with two wonderful artists and another I get to jab humor with along with great texting back and forth with. But I still wanted to find a place to just get into me, so after a long hike I found a perfect little spot. My very own quiet meadow to lie-down in and dream.
Not sure of how much further I could go, I pulled I finely found a motel and was just able to park and check-in. With the trip coming to a stop I turned to look out of the lobby window I thought, "WOW!" I'm without a doubt "Snowbound"
A place in Oregon called Bend. This photo was sent to me just days ago and I thought, I'm going to paint this. Knowing the person that sent it and the scene, Felling a correlation between the two it was an easy decision to make it work..
This will be at the Festival of Arts this summer in Laguna Beach,CA
It was still early as the sun peeked through the trees. My fishing buddy, a master bass fishermen guided his bass boat quietly and smoothly along. It was mornings like this that we barely spoke a word. Talking seemed out of place so we would look at one another and smile in agreement at the beauty that was all around us. We became part of the sound of silence.
This painting will be at this summers Festival of arts in Laguna Beach CA
A late night down some side street in Minnesota after an evening with my son and hopping from micro brewery to brewery. I had just stopped laughing at something he said when he drove past this T-Bird slow enough for me to take a shot with my trusty iPhone.. Got it! And another painting.
This will be at the Festival of Arts and this summers show
I had to return, I needed to be here, how could I not revisit this place of magic. I'm not sure how long I just stood watching the shadows move across the ground, behind the trees and past and through me. Time stopped and it was truly welcoming as I did not want this ethereal moment to end. (SOLD)
This painting will be at this summers Festival of Arts in Laguna Beach CA
It was such a wonderfully clear day, so I had to get out and just walk. The weather was perfect, I had water and a protein bar and I journeyed out. I was about an hour into the walk when I heard distant rumblings. Looking up when I got to a clearing I could see big beautiful clouds coming in. I'm thinking, its time to head on out of here. I looked back and the hills and mountains as the cloud cover rolled over them like a soft white blanket. It rained all day.
A light rain began. We walked for sometime in the cool air, we took our time for there was no rush. We reminisced and giggled at the silly things we did. Would we have done it differently, probably not. We walked what seemed forever not wanting it to end, after all, it was just an innocent quiet talk anyways. (SOLD)
Still blurred eyed from the night before I made my way to my car. The sun was casting a painful glare as I worked on remembering how to get back home after a fun night of food, wine and friends. So I flipped my shades on and headed South to the 405. L.A is crazy but that's why I love it. (SOLD)
This is for this summers show at the Festival of Arts in Laguna Beach.
So, around 2am my are eyes open and I'm wide awake. I walk over to the the fridge and it's empty, of course what else would it be. See, I was just passing through this little town and thought I would stop at the first hotel and get some shut eye, but now I'm wide awake and thinking, a little nightcap would work. I mosey over to the window and look out onto a darkened street and the one place that's open is "Frank's", lucky me!
This will be in this summers Festival of Arts in Laguna Beach CA
Loving the city as I do this was a no brainier to want to paint. It is a culmination of several photos all introduced to each other to make one painting. Like meeting new people to make a party, all have to get along and complement one another. I am posting this framed as most of my small works will be for this years summer Festival of Arts in Laguna Beach CA.