I have posted similar information in another entry today, so I will try not to duplicate (much). I began this painting Saturday morning during the first of a 2-day art festival, where very few patrons were coming around the booth. Too much time on my hands, so I figured I needed to do something constructive rather than stand around.
I have painted this site before. I wish I took better notes on my travels. All I know is that this structure is in New Mexico and I spent plenty of time on historic Route 66 on the day that I photographed this site. I just don’t know for sure if it was on Route 66, or on a connecting highway. I believe it is northwest of Santa Rosa. If any of you readers recognize it, perhaps you could help me.
The weekend art festival was a one-hour drive for me, and I listened to CDs of Kerouac’s On the Road as I drove through the country. Thus I was prompted to paint some of those “open-country” themes.
I miss the independent cafes and diners that were such an important part of our road trips in the fifties. I was saddened years ago to find that the “Owl Shanty” along Route 61 in southeast Missouri was only a concrete slab barely visible among the weeds. Most of our American roadside past is buried beneath the weeds and concrete.
This particular diner looks like the kind I enjoyed in the days of my youth. When I drove past it on that particular day, and saw the gathering thunder clouds in the distance, I felt a Proust-like “recollection” of childhood moments that were profoundly important to me then, and still are.
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