Dessert

Dessert

9"x13.5" on 12"x16" cold press watercolor paper

 Should I dare to enjoy a dessert after a fulfilling meal? That’s quite a question... Typically, I indulge in dessert without giving much thought to how it arrives. However, this time was unique; my eyes were immediately drawn to this stunning stainless steel cup rather than the dessert itself. I began to experience a heightened awareness, feeling every curve of the cup, its thickness, and the cold sheen of the stainless steel. At that moment, I completely forgot about the dessert. It tasted delightful even before I picked up my spoon. I found myself enamored with this cup—perhaps I was simply captivated by its charm. It doesn't matter whether it's a person or an object; the feeling it evokes is an irresistible sense of joy. On an ordinary day in a regular restaurant, I can still discover moments of magic through this unique find. You never know what surprises await just around the corner.

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The Bend

9"X13.5" cold press watercolor paper

At 5000ft above the sea level even a hawk fly by under your nose. In front of my niece's house at Lake Arrowhead I was always attracted to this bend not knowing why it catches my attention. It's just another bend but this time forced me to investigate why it's so pleasing to my eyes. The more I look the more rich in textures wide spread of different vegetations. I was wondering somebody planted them or just nature did the job, I have no way of knowing. Most likely it just happened this magnificent tapestry of trees and bushes accentuated with some wild flowers. Guess even an ordinary scenery can be turn into the most exquisite experience and long lasting cherished moment, sensation is genuine and joyous, if I pay more attention to what's lies right in front of my eyes. 

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The Blue House

9"x13.5" on 12"x16" cold press watercolor paper 

I had a chance to babysit my niece's 5 cats up up in Lake Arrowhead. I took my watercolors instead of oils. It's been a while since I touched watercolor. Very curious about how it gonna translate recent ideas into watercolors, been workin with oils so quite uncertain about transition. While start working this piece, immediately felt something isn't right. First I can't get colors the way I want to, value changes like the weather in the mountains after paints are dried. Make the story short I was pulling my hair out. Waite a minute, I realized that I had to think in terms of watercolor, forgot about nature of watercolor. You can't control not much, then my subconscious whispered to me ....Just let watercolor paint for you. After that I enjoyed making shapes and transparency according to my intuition.

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Morning Fog

Morning Fog

19.5"x27.5" oil on canvas

I'm puzzled as to why I considered capturing the essence of this morning fog when visibility is so low. An unusual thought crossed my mind while I stood enveloped in this damp, misty atmosphere. I couldn't quite place why I felt such excitement about painting something hidden from view, the idea of painting whatever I can't see.. The concept thrills me, and just then, I heard the distant foghorn while simultaneously, the rhythmic waves crashed against the nearby shore, not to mention the soft conversations among a gathering of seals. By absorbing the sounds surrounding me, I could visualize through my mind's eye exactly where I stood; I imagined ships, lifeguard stations, and even volleyball poles on the beach. I find myself thinking I can envision what remains obscured from sight while standing right next to a streetlight, which was the only thing clearly illuminated before me. Caught up in inspiration and fascination, I realize I'll never know when I might step into my next painting.

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Siren After Midnight

 

Siren After Midnight

18.5"x24.5" oil on canvas

Every day on my commute, I find myself glancing at the siren mural that adorns the wall of an old building in downtown. Her striking visage captivates me, and as the city falls silent after midnight, a question begins to linger in my mind: what does this siren do once the clock strikes twelve? With no one else around in the ghostly stillness of the night, I can't help but imagine her slipping off her concrete perch, venturing into the sea to indulge in whatever enchantments she weaves. It’s easy to picture her singing her melodious tunes to sailors lost in the darkness, beckoning them closer even as a whisper of danger hangs in the air.

After indulging in these wild flights of fantasy, I can’t shake the feeling that she’s watching me every time I pass by. Her haunting gaze seems to pierce through the glass of my car, leaving me with an odd mixture of inspiration and trepidation. I find myself enchanted yet anxious, and I remind myself to focus on the road ahead.

It’s funny how one mural, with its rich imagery and historical undertones, can transform a mundane commute into a journey of imagination. The siren serves as a prompt, sparking visions of adventure and danger that flit across my mind like fleeting shadows. While my imagination takes me to places unknown, I must remain vigilant, for the real world demands my attention on the road. In the end, it’s this blend of reality and fantasy that invigorates my daily routine, reminding me that there’s magic to be found in the ordinary. I smile to myself, knowing that the siren—dangerous and beautiful—will continue to inspire my thoughts long after I’ve passed by. She’s a constant companion during my drives, always there to remind me to stay grounded while my mind drifts off to sea.

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The Courtyard

 

     The Courtyard

     18.5"x24.5" oil on canvas

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm golden glow, I found myself nestled in the secret courtyard, an oasis of tranquility away from the bustling world. The soft rustle of leaves and the gentle chirping of crickets created a serene symphony, wrapping us in an intimate embrace. Each whispered word and soft laughter felt like an echo of our infatuation, drawing us closer together. We shared fleeting glances, our hearts syncing with the rhythm of the evening, where time seemed to stand still. In this hidden gem, every moment became precious, an idyllic backdrop for our connection to deepen, as the day's worries melted away into the night’s gentle embrace. It was a sanctuary, a place where our souls could intertwine, leaving us enchanted by the magic of the moment.

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Harbor City

 

Harbor City

16"x19" oil on canvas

An ordinary day. Let's just think for a moment...warm sunlight and reflection from the beneath my feet. The scent is definitely salty from this soft breeze caressing my cheeks, muscles of my feet were't very corporative being getting sore even a short hike. I just started walking up the hill hoping I can catch the glimpse of forever at the top. Sure I saw forever but muscles was killing me yet I was enjoying all the senses all around me.

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