Traveling between
Santa Fe and San Patricio, I particularly love a lonely
stretch
of back road near Encino. As the cloud shadows race my pickup down the
highway, the constantly changing drama of light on the landscape brings
a truly American sense of freedom that I have cherished since I was a
teenager. Whether on a bike or in a car, that feeling inspired
this painting. I improved the highway
because that stretch is rough, and I wanted a sense of movement, rather
than drawing attention to the texture of the road. I left the lines
white like they were in the old days. I didn't want to jar the palette
with industrial road line orange color.
Reproductions of this painting are available.
