A Rainy Night in the City through the Windshield

Sometimes a work of art is about something. I've held this childhood memory in my mind's eye for half a century. Today I finally painted it so you could see what I saw from the back seat of my parents' car. Or it might have been from the back seat of my maternal grandparents' car, if the "city" was York or Lewistown, PA. Where this was or when it was, I'm not sure. My guess is that the city might have been Cleveland or Detroit but then I would have been eleven or twelve and remembered more.

But it could have been just a late shopping trip a bigger Pennsylvania town like Bellefonte, State College, Philipsburg, Clearfield or Lewistown or a small city like Lock Haven, Williamsport, Tyrone, Altoona or Dubois. I can't recall. All I remember is being a kid and being awed by bright, wet colors and the wonder of seeing a rainy night in the city through the windshield.

Primitive Urban Art

Digital Visions

Seeing Is Believing

Or something to that effect. The bigger picture might be to question whether or not the thing you're seeing is really what you're getting. But I won't elaborate because the worst thing an artist can do is to paint a picture and then tell you what it's about. More often than not, a work of art is not about anything. It simply is. Maybe you like the colors or the shades or the lines. Maybe you like the way it makes you feel or think. Or maybe you hate it or it makes you sick or afraid. Art is all of that and much more. If you look at it, even only once, then it was worth it. As for me, my sentiments are purely subjective. I paint. Therefore, I am.

Day and Night

I put this picture here because I wanted to do something with this blog today but I really had nothing to say.

Winter Rerun

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