February 3, 2014
I worked on a couple paintings this weekend, including this little study:
This is to illustrate the end of the book when I ask the question, "What happens when too many people show up for the same dream?" Let's face it, the interstates are a godsend. We can zip through huge cities with relative ease but somehow it seems lifeless and oppressive. I was reading a review in the New York Times yesterday and I loved this description about the current status of the old motels: "motels in various stages of fleabaggery," and I also love this quot on why the old road ain't what it used to be:
"Before Interstates and shopping malls mucked up the fruited plain."