Now I paint things like this.
I hesitate to say "I paint" when I really have no idea what I'm doing. Guys like Michelangelo, Rembrandt and Caravaggio painted. I scribble and dab watercolor onto expensive Canson watercolor paper and get frustrated when I ruin it. I believe it shows very clearly that I don't know what I'm doing, but in an effort to be more...transparent? I am putting this stuff out there. Go ahead and criticize, laugh, or hide your eyes...i'm doing all of those things right now too.
I guess that is supposed to be some imaginary place in Italy. I want to visit this place someday. I'm sure there is a barrel of delicious virgin olive oil and a loaf of hot ciabatta in the cucina of that farmhouse just waiting for me. As a side note, apparently it is horribly American and bordering on offensive [to Italians] to dip bread into olive oil. I'll make a note of that.
This one was for my wife. She was missing home and I wanted to paint something that would remind her of the place she was born. Central California. Home to some of the best food, landscape, beaches and weather in the world. San Luis Obispo is easily one of my favorite places on the planet, so I can see why she misses it from time to time.
I painted this one last Saturday morning as my oldest little girl sat beside me at the dining room table creating her own colorful watercolor masterpiece. I think hers turned out more interesting.
So there they are. Some of my doodles. I won't be commissioned by anybody in the near future but hey, I enjoy splashing ink on a piece of paper, shaking it around and seeing what comes out. It's strangely therapeutic.