Summerhome park

My dad and his lovely wife of 40 years or so,my second mom Charlotte,got tired of renting summer getaways. So in the summer of 1979 or so we made our way to the Russian River for a week,and in 1980, they pulled the trigger on a place of their own. The River or the "Riv" as we called it, was and is where you can find them at least eight weeks a year. A great community,beach and lodge, where we all had lots of fun. This was a Christmas present.


acrylic and wax on canvas.

Airports

I love them, My first choice for breakfast on Sunday mornings,with my grandmother was San Francisco international airport. We would pull into short term parking,take a variety of elevators,escalators and moving walkways to the massive domestic terminal and wind our way past the ticket counters to a little restaurant,where "way cool" pilots,stewardess's and busy travelers would start their days. We would wait sometimes 15 minutes for just the right table,overlooking the busy tarmac and runways. Pan Am,TWA,Branniff! The colors,the Jets.
I still find myself drifting in the lanes of 101 south when I pass that magical place


This piece is 54" tall and 50" wide. Mixed media, Acrylic and wax on canvas.

Happy Birthday Mom!

My mother was born in the city and raised 2 blocks from my current address in the Marina district. At any given time, she could be found climbing on the monuments or playing hide and seek at San Francisco's Palace of Fine Arts. Happy Birthday to the most wonderful person I've ever known. XO