SLO Show and...

Freight Train 9x12 oil on ray Mar linen for the show but sold before the show

I've been too busy to give a blow by blow of my show trip, but I'll try and give it a quick go. I went up with Sharon and the bird Friday the eighth crashing at the gallery owner's guesthouse up on Gorton Mountain.

Great views and hospitality extend by Ralph and his lovely fiancee Carrie and their cute little button Rainier. Pictured is Rainier, Ralph and Sharon at a local dock.


Sunset Drive In Marquee 8x10 oil RMLP

I managed to do a small painting the next day at the sunset Drive in the afternoon between light rainfall and magnificent patches of sunlight trying to break thru. By the time I finished it started to rain pretty hard. By the time we were ready to go to the show It wasn’t raining, it was a full-blown storm coming down in sheets. We braved it, I'd have stayed home if I could have. Unfortunately, most everyone else was saner then we were and did stay home. A real disappointment, thankfully tempered by the fact Ralph and his Gallery director Ken sold 7 paintings the week before the show. We sold one during the show, met the other artists and a few brave collectors.

My friend for Wet Canvas Ron Guthrie and a few hardy collectors who braved the storm were a pleasure to meet.

Sharon and Mookie went back on Sunday and my old painting pal Tony Peters showed up on Monday and we drove up to San Francisco to visit museums and galleries. That was kind of a disappointment as most of the galleries were pretty commercial.


We did see a tasty little Ray Turner show and discovered a great artist at Hackett- Freedman named Ann Gale who just blew us away with her great drawing, subtle color with a modern / traditional brushy painting combination I can only dream about achieving.
Were got tons of great reference photo's of San Francisco and then dropped down to Stockton for the JC Leyendecker show.




Knowing his body of work, it's not a great show in the sense that there were few of his best covers there or any Arrow colors pieces, but it was still amazing. I think I'm finally knowledgeable enough about painting to have formed a pretty good theory on how he worked.
We got more industrial photos in Stockton and found out why you should never stay at a Howard Johnson's. Basically it sucks rancid donkey balls in hell. Guy put his girlfriend head though a window while we were there. Floors had the original rugs from the eighties.If this is supposed to be a decent place to stay for budget minded Black people I can see why they are pissed of at the deal society hands them. I hope when they do a corporate take over of HJ they just burn them all to the ground. Artists on a budget or not, next time a few bucks more and the Ramada.