I find these structures fascinating and have driven past this one off the 55 frwy frequently. I finally parked in the dirt shoulder of the onramp, laid my paper taped to a board on the ground and painted this while cars and trucks rolled on by. At every moment my brush refused to go where I intended and then a splatter happened in the sky. It wasn’t perfect. If I had done this in the studio it might be more “perfect,” but it would’ve lost the immediacy of painting “live.” Painting like this is much like live music.
