In the quiet light of late afternoon, the brush finds its own rhythm against the paper. These are fleeting observations from the sketchbook—LA's mid-century lines softened by pigment and water.
July light on the Getty steps: The travertine catches the sun like old photographs, edges blurred. A reminder that permanence is an illusion we paint over again each season.
Rooftop garden edge: Heirloom tomato leaves cast shadows like abstract fields. The green deepens toward evening; I layer washes to match before the light shifts.