Paintings from Sunset Series by Spence Munsinger, Color Field + Blank White Canvas + Realism + Contemporary Abstract Art, original paintings for sale

"I hate flowers - I paint them because they're cheaper than models and they don't move. ”
― Georgia O'Keeffe

los angeles…


a windy venice beach


…and he walked into a great sandstone building. “oooooffff. My nose…” Nick Danger, 3rd Eye


Many years in Los Angeles – I can still hear freeway traffic as a background noise. An hallucinated, auditory presence, recovered with the memory of half my life.

I sit on the porch in the evening here in the Northeast, and compare East to West – to Los Angeles. I recall the light at the end of the day, the gradual deepening blue and then azure and grey. The color of the sky at last light over the ocean, a cloudy grey-pink . The desert wind. The dry heat. The smell of rain falling on oil-soaked parched streets, hard and fast and steaming as the drops hit the pavement. The brightness at night, 470 square miles of streetlight-after-streetlight-after-streetlight banishing the stars and giving the evening sky a glow like distorted and twisted moonlight.

I saw stars in Los Angeles once. The 1994 earthquake woke me up and threw me out of bed at 4:30 AM in the morning. It cut off all the power through the Los Angeles basin, the only lights were from cars on the road. Unable to go back to sleep, I lay in the bed of my pickup truck, watching a depth of stars in the heavens usually only seen in the desert, far away from the city. They are always there but never seen, blocked.

hitchiker's guide


…Los Angeles, which is described in the new edition of The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy… as ‘being like several thousand square miles of American Express junk mail, but without the same sense of moral depth. Plus the air is, for some reason, yellow.’

~Douglas Adams, So Long, and Thanks for All the Fish


I’m working through an ocean/sunset painting. The quality of light is interesting to bring into a painting. Hollywood HAD to be in this area – the light is so different from anywhere else. There is more of it. It is whiter, more intense. This is added to at the beach by the reflection back of light from sand and water. And the colors in a sunset – enhanced by the haze of particles in the air – looks like it couldn’t actually be in anything but an imagined world.

Last trip out to L.A., I took pictures, but not with the good cameras, with a small digital. The days were hazy, cloudy in the morning and never that spectacular light California is capable of. I’m working from memories and from impressions and from snapshots here and there.

to the beach postcardbeach and dunes postcard

Nothing IS California like the long pathways along the beach and the beach communities. Laguna Beach, Hermosa Beach, Redondo Beach, Manhattan Beach, and further south, La Jolla, DelMar, Solana Beach, Oceanside, Carlsbad. The proximity of the ocean becomes an integral part of your world. I oriented things based on the direction to the Pacific, it was an enormous presence always there in the back of my mind. That direction is the ocean, the sea, a huge expanse of space to the horizon. Even on the other side of the country, that’s still where I feel the ocean in my mind.

East vs. West – much of the California Beaches are public access. Few are private. The broad swatches of sand – not available on the East coast – much of the beach in the North East is a place where the bitterly cold Atlantic reaches a rocky shore and broad expanses of sand aren’t available. Broad expanses of mud flats. But not the soft white surface of a Pacific beach.


If the first paintiing creates a path for a series of images, maybe I can paint the recall of warmth and sun through a New England winter.



— munsinger





…this is from “The Further Adventures of Nick Danger”, Firesign Theatre’s brilliant spoof of private eye radio programs.

Here’s the whole scene:


“NARRATOR: Los An-ge-les, he walks again by night.

Out of the fog, into the smog. (cough)
(NICK: I wonder where Ruth is),
(woof woof),
toward his weekly meeting with…
the unknown.

At Fourth and Drucker he turns left.
At Drucker and Fourth he turns right.
He crosses MacArthur Park and walks into a great sandstone building
(NICK: ooh – my

Groping for the door (ring)
he steps inside (ring)
climbs the thirteen steps to his office (ring).
He walks in (ring). He’s ready for mystery (ring).
He’s ready for excitement (ring).
He’s ready for anything (ring).
He’s… (answers phone)

“NICK: ‘Nick Danger, third eye.’

“CALLER: ‘I want to order a pizza to go and no anchovies.’

“NICK: ‘No anchovies? You’ve got the wrong man. I spell my name Danger!’

“CALLER: ‘What?'”


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"Sale Pending."

Moving a family away from someplace that was home, into the unknown.

Between second and third grades I was moved from Illinois to Del Mar, California. Someone moved into the place I was most aware of as home in Illinois. At some point there was a "SOLD" or "Sale Pending" sign out front of both the house left, and the house found.

In Illinois there was a basement guest room my father built himself, finished in wood paneling. There was a fold-down table in the kitchen near a sliding door leading out to the backyard. I can remember a bee getting in, busy noisily and trying if anything just to leave. I remember the heat and the smell of grass in the summer, lazy and humid. There was "the hill" at the end of the street. Illinois is flat, and a developer had left a mound of dirt at the end of the street on a vacant property. In the summer this was terrain, covered by bushes. In the winter it was the start of sledding and toboggan motion.

The new California house was on the coastal hills overlooking the bluffs above the beach, and a block and a half down was the Pacific Ocean. The house was open, expansive, an architect’s house in a beach community before it became a developer’s playground. There were new discoveries – like red ants, pinion nuts, jellyfish, the sound of the ocean, snow one strange day in November, fog at 5 AM, scuba diving, the La Jolla cove, tide pools, sea anemone.

All of that change was dependent on the transactions affecting both the sale of, and in turn the purchase of, a home.

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This house was "Sale Pending". It remained on the market as the real estate boom slowed, stopped and then reversed after 2004. It was neat, well-kept, no furniture was visible behind the windows. Vacant and waiting.

detail #1 sale pending detail #2 sale pending detail #1 sale pending detail #4 sale pending

This painting is acrylic on canvas, gallery-wrapped, 36" x 48". It has an isolation layer two coats thick, an archival varnish and, to bring back the finish to satin, a rubbed-wax coating. The edges of the painting continue the image on all four sides.


— spence

kimberly brooks, technicolor summer

There is a writer, a blogger I’ve been following. An artist. Her articles, interviews and postings are well worth finding and reading. There is a page,, which lists and promotes the articles in and of themselves.

Brooks’ personal site is She is currently doing an exhibition titled “Technicolor Summer”. Lasts until 14th June. Worth seeing.

I was struck by the work. Kimberly Brooks directly promotes other artists in her articles. If she promoted herself, I missed it.

She’s very good. The images are really extraordinary. They have a heat in color and a translucence. The forms and shapes find a feeling of an idyllic Hockney Southern California painting, but they go beyond that to hit a higher note. A bit more abstract, the forms feel less drawn, more solid, and the abstractions ring true and correct. I think they are well worth seeing. I hope she follows this vein for awhile, I’d like to see what else comes from it.

— spence