Every year, for my birthday my tall, dark and handsome husband asks me what I want to do… since I can’t go to Paris or Greece every year (and why not?!) I always choose to go to Figueroa Mountain and paint. We leave early, pack a lunch and drive up the mountain. Kevin reads or snoozes and I paint. My birthday is in the spring – so that is another bonus – sometimes the poppies and lupines are out.
This year, I tried to get up to the Firewatch (4,500 feet) but there was a log across the road and we couldn’t get by. So… we meandered around until I saw this scene. It wasn’t quite as cozy for Kevin, he snoozed in a pull-out. But it was still wonderful.
After I was done, we just had to go down to Solvang and wine taste. (another tradition…)
This piece is oil on cradled board, 5″ x 5″ and painted with a palette knife – no brush!