With so much of California burning, a strange phenomena descended on the San Francisco Bay Area. An apocalyptic orange pall with no sun in sight descended on us all day. Colors ranged from burning orange-red in San Francisco to a more ashen-yellow version in San Jose.
I tried spending the morning not painting this bizarre scene, but even my sketches of stuff on my desk, my ink bottle and phone, looked like the day.
So I caved in and drew what I saw from my window . I tried to convey how everyday and not-everyday this scene was. And just the utterly uncomfortable silence that went with the scene.
This version below was from the day before, when the sun still blazed an eerie color in the evening. We were just getting used to that version of dystopia before our all- orange day arrived.
Today is a less dramatic day, the sky is still an opaque yellowing color with no sun. But just the hint of blue skies possibly returning sometime in the future, I’m hanging on to that.