River Lights (Mallarme)

for B

Angelitos (Río)

Palm Leaf Book

Chinita

Orillero

Березина (Berezina)

Зимний Снег (Winter Snow)

Девушка Зимой (A Girl in Winter)

Wat is het Koud

(Wat is het Koud--after a winter folksong from Flanders)

Волшебный Мир

(Волшебный Мир--Volshebnyj Mir--A Magical World--Petya Rostov)

Zamorozhennoe Ozero

(Замероженное озеро--A Frozen Lake)

San Luis Rey

Laurentian Shield

Blue World

Greenwood Ridge

Avond

Pt. Reyes Marsh

Inverness

Coudekerque-Branche

Leffrinckoucke

Saint-Pol-Sur-Mer

Gold Lake, November

Bassett's

Orpheus Road

Tide

Alice of the Seas

Annabelle Lee

Inverness (Pierce Point Road)

Land's End

Sara C.

Corinna

Corinna, Corinna, way across the sea
Corinna, Corinna, way across the sea
Ain't done no good, babe, since you left me...

Alicia

Lady Isabel

Hand (Małgorzata)

Song

Lulav and Me

Tremont (King's Men)

Ford

Give My Heart Ease

Recent paintings can also be found on

КУСОК ХЛЕБА

It looks like the two sites will be working in parallel...

It may well be time to make the transition from Lugares Sueltos to a new blog, КУСОК ХЛЕБА (that's Russian for "a piece of bread..."), where for now the painting posts will continue...

Alice (Russian Fields)

This began, oddly enough, with a copy of one of Leonid Pasternak's paintings--a very Russian scene with four young men seated around a table--each one in his own psychological reverie--reading, contemplating... The original has a fine sense of atmosphere--the modeled grays of the walls, a touch of pink ochre and raw sienna--the whites of their shirts shifting from warm to cool. But the liquid quality of the painting didn't come though, and I found myself eliminating figures--until all that remained was the young man on the left, seated, with a book... Gradually transposed into the figure of my mother (the 15th of January being her birthday)...the way I remember her (is that the word--it has more to do with a sense of gesture, really) also seated, reading, contemplating...

Alice...

Да, прошчай...

Как много, представьте себя, доброты...

Как много, представьте себя, доброты
в молчанье,
в молчанье

"Imagine, just how much kindness
there is behind this silence,
this stillness..."

(from Последный Троллейбус, The Last Trolley Bus, a song by Bulat Okudzhava)

Sergey

Sergey Zadvorny, the Russian-born basso cantante

Ceres

Dark furrows against blue, rows of almond trees, white below, stretching back to a gray horizon. Winter fields. Empty rodeo corral with earth embankment, a summer sign or two, fruit stands closed for the holidays--apples, walnuts, peaches, pears--weathered boards pulled over empty shelves. Barn with steep roof, set square amisdt a line of poplars--their narrow dark forms reaching for the sky.

Right Slide

Cardboard a little larger, a little more uneven. Pedazo de pan, the shape of a piece of bread. Un trozo. Not intentional, this--maybe why the shape itself is meaningful. A history of grain.

Ocean painting today, Right Slide. First in a very long time. The surf at Wind n' Sea, or someplace much farther north. Color of water and color of air. Breaking crest...

8-1/4 x 7-1/4 inches

Escudo (San Luis)

Baqueano

Die Welträtsel

8-1/4 x 7-1/4‏ inches

Dekabrskaya

Ya pomnyu chudnoe mgnoven'e...

7-1/4 x 6-1/2 inches

Mr. Aves

Remembering Avery (1993-2009)