Not all time spent in the studio is for painting. Every few days I switch out the paint thinner to help keep the colors clean!
Here are a few paintings I’m working on this week:
Old Town Ibiza Architecture and Flowers
Strolling through old Mediterranean streets will never get old for me…
Sunrise in Corcovado
On the other hand, trotting through a few miles of sand that is miles away from civilization, on a hot day by the jungle, may get old for me, but it will always offer beautiful scenes.
Chefchaouen Street, Morocco
The other day, after watching Anthony Bourdain in “Parts Unknown”, I wrote about my travels in Tangier, Morocco back in 2004 and said that I would find a photo from Tangier to paint. Well, I went back through my photo album and I must have not felt safe enough to pull out my camera in Tangier. On the other hand, I took several photos in Chefchaouen, so I’ve decided to paint another!
Lastly, these 8″ x 10″ oil paintings on canvas are up on eBay until this Sunday evening!
Curious as to what are the 5 most expensive paintings in the world?
Check them out here – http://bit.ly/12uMTGx
What do you think? I think they’re nice paintings, maybe a little overvalued (note the sarcasm). But then again, a painting is worth exactly what one will pay for it!
Last week my paternal grandfather passed away. David L. White, Sr., was 85 years old and died in his home on his 65th wedding anniversary. We carry the same name…I am David L. White III.
Known by all his grandchildren as “Papaw”, he grew up in rural Scioto County, Ohio, and first left Scioto County when he was 18 and joined the Navy. He then traveled all over the world. After his service in the Navy, he built his career in the Air Force and lived in Pickerington, Ohio.
Papaw was an avid craftsman that could make just about anything. I remember being in his basement as a child, with all of the woodwork and tools, and wanting to build things myself. I think that my artistic side comes from Papaw, as nobody else in my family is as creative with their hands.
He also was a fantastic gardener, as he and Mamaw, my grandmother, would cook many delicious meals from vegetables in their garden in the backyard.
Though stubborn and of the mindset that he was always right, Papaw lived with honor, and pride in his family. He has 14 grandchildren and I believe 7 great-grandchildren.
My relationship with Papaw grew stronger in his last couple of years, as we shared more and he became warmer and gentler. He was a fantastic host during visits with my wife and in-laws.
Yesterday Papaw was returned to the dust and buried in Scioto County, at the White family cemetery. There was a beautiful burial service with 2 men from the Navy to honor and commemorate his service.
When I was exploring this beach, Playa Panama, in Costa Rica, I was surprised to come upon a cactus at a far edge of the beach! It seemed to be majestically standing guard over the turquoise blue water.
There are thousands of seashells lying on any given beach, but you really can appreciate each one:
Bike Ride to Manzanillo
Manzanillo is a half-hour bike ride south of Puerto Viejo, Costa Rica.
It’s nearly in Panama. You feel like you really are “away from it all”, and the truth is, once you leave Puerto Viejo, you are. It does get hot, so bring water to drink…
Or cool off in the water:
Art lovers – please share! Why do you buy art?
This past Sunday I watched my favorite travel show – Parts Unknown with Anthony Bourdain. He was in Tangier, Morocco, and it brought back memories of when I was there almost 10 years ago.
In 2004, I decided to study abroad for a semester in Sevilla, Spain. One long weekend, my new girlfriend (now wife) and a group of friends decided to take a trip to Morocco. We took a ferry across the Strait of Gibraltar (you can literally see North Africa across the water from the southern tip of Spain) and landed in Tangier.
The ride across was smooth and easy…
But the arrival was not!
I remember it took over an hour to get off the boat once we had docked. There was lots of bumbling about our passports. When we finally got off the boat, we had arranged with the hotel we were staying with to pick us up there. Well, there were 2 separate men waiting to pick us up, and they then got into a shouting match. Of course we didn’t understand anything they were saying. Some way or another, one of the guys sort of admitted defeat and left, and it seemed right to go with the guy that was left. In any case, he took us straight to our hotel.
Tangier, to me, seemed like a new exotic place to explore that was under the radar. I’m sure thousands of tourists passed through there all the time, but it still felt off the map. There were camels on the beach. The sounds of Arabic and French were new to me. I’d never heard calls to prayer from a mosque before. A guy kept hounding us to be our “tour guide” when we were walking through one of the main markets. Men and women dressed differently than I’d ever seen before.
When I travel to places, I usually like to try to blend in. But in our group, one of our friends was a very big, stereotypical “American-looking” guy from Wyoming. I don’t think he thought about blending in much with his actions either. So we were definitely noticeable out in public.
When the Bourne Ultimatum movie came out in 2007, I couldn’t believe the coolest scenes in the movie were filmed in Tangier! These scenes only seemed to confirm (in a very extreme way) my perception of Tangier being a tad shady:
On the other hand, I’ve read about others having wonderful experiences in Tangier. It seems to have become more and more of a destination. The landscapes around the city are beautiful.
We visited Chefchaouen, a couple hours south of Tangier, of which I did a couple paintings:
My wife and I still have a beautiful woven blanket that we bought in Chefchaouen.
So to make a long story short, I loved watching Anthony Bourdain in Tangier, as I got to re-live my visit there and learn more about the city. I’m going to have to go back through some photos and create a painting or two of Tangier!
Pink sand, sun, water and a beautiful resplendent seashell.
Wouldn’t you love to close your eyes and appear here?
Just a few blocks from the busy streets of Cádiz, on Spain’s southern Atlantic coast, is the long sandy beach. Some lay on the beach, some walk along the beach, and this boy found entertainment in a soccer ball.
Cádiz is one of the oldest continually inhabited cities in Europe. Located on a sliver of land that stretches into the Atlantic Ocean in southern Spain, Cádiz is a great place to stroll around and take in the atmosphere with its many squares and gardens.
I remember being there with my wife (girlfriend back then) and a few other friends, and seeing many outdoor vendors and fisherman selling their fresh catch. We all sat down for some churro desserts in the bustling Old Town, then grabbed some cold drinks and walked a few blocks up to the long sandy beach. My wife took this photo of a boy playing with a soccer ball along the beach.
This is the first layer of paint on the canvas. The rest should be finished by the weekend!
Here are a few new oil paintings now up for auction on eBay! All measure 8″ x 10″ and are painted on gallery-wrapped canvas that is ready to hang (no frame necessary).
I love small colorful boats docked in the water. This particular boat I saw hanging out in the turquoise waters near Puerto Viejo, on the southern Caribbean coast of Costa Rica.
Walking on sand feels so good, doesn’t it? It felt therapeutic walking along the water here at Playa Panama in Costa Rica.
This painting is of a photo I took the other day while walking along the Potomac River. The spring season along this river is always so beautiful.