In march 1999, I have been painting some vineyards and the sea at San Simeon. Here is the other sea, the different sea, almost inhuman. The sea that gnaws the eternal rocks, the creature's sea. The Netune's sea. ...Such simple vineyards, forgotten, like green gardens of the American dream. Creeks and low arroyos as blood and belly of giants almost human. Pepperies. On the coast, in the jungle of bonsais, the black birds eat french fries on a street corner cafe at scenic One San Simeon - The silence is almost complete. Only the sea is irritated.
|Prunings at Castoro Cellars | 86 x 110 cm|
|Grapes with Mono Rock in background | 86 x 110 cm|