5/29/2016

500 miles in the middle of nowhere...

essentially , that 's how it feels at times ....

when one is lost somewhat...
sometimes as a result of not having
"things to do" list...
train on market st

Somehow I feel comfortable
just to be partially spontaneous
and do things on the spur of the
moment...however, when hitches
arise...I find myself lost
500 miles in the middle
of nowhere.
on Franklin St...on the way to Pacific

for the moment, my target site for plein air

is the house that sits at the corner of
Pacific and Divisadero...
past the noontime sun, from
where I'm situated,
it appears grandeur but 
contains a contrasting element
in a sort of figurative manner...
it is lacking warmth...
"A house is not a home"...
lyrics of a popular song came to
mind the first time i saw it,

while i was spotting for plein air
sites and subjects around the city...
that contrast caught my interest
and attention to create a 
painting...
work in progress
well, it's break time...i'll continue
on another day...i just received a text
from somebody at the SF conservatory,
for a pop up sale down at Flax art store
on market...

I'll keep you updated on the
painting's progress.

that's all for now folks!

jt


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