A new house in Malibu provides a new studio, where Hockney paints the sea as well as portraits of friends and family, which he photocopies on his Canon color copier upon completion, providing prints to the sitters.

The beach house was owned by an old lady who had lived here for decades—an amateur painter actually. She’d built a small studio on the hill at the back of the house with an electric lift to get her into it. I enjoy using that lift too and so do the dogs!… When you live this close to the sea, when it literally comes up and splashes the windows, it is not the horizon line which dominates, but the close movement of the water itself. It’s like fire and smoke, endlessly changing, endlessly fascinating.