Friday, February 17, 2006
Here's a painting I just finished with the new brushes I bought in Chinatown. Eucalyptus trees are a novelty for me. The first time I paid any attention to them was when I saw them around the Baghdad International Airport. They were the dustiest, most forlorn-looking trees since Charlie Brown's Christmas Special. I thought their droopy, bark-shedding slovenliness was due to some condition in Iraq, but when I moved here I observed that they look the same. There are groves of them in Pacific Grove, where migrating monarch butterflies hang in big clusters. The trees in this painting are in the Carmel Valley.