I finished this watercolor about 2:00 a.m. this morning. It’s a relief to have it finished, knowing it only took five days. As I look on the finished composition, I still feel the sadness of a civilization that has died. I’m old enough to recall Highway 66 road trips when I was a child, and I cannot help but listen for the ringing of bell cables every time I see the husk of a service station such as this one, languishing on vacant property adjacent to a county road or service road that was formerly an artery carrying traffic across this nation.
As a teacher, I’ve returned to my campus this week to honor my contract. The students will appear next Monday. Whether or not I begin a composition before then, I just don’t know at this point. I have my first One Man Show beginning on September 10. A part of me wishes to continue painting up till the day that we open, but another part says I already have enough work ready to hang, and that a hiatus might be the healthy road to take right now. Maybe I’ll decide by tomorrow!
Thanks again for reading, and helping me see this one through.