It’s been a long time since my last post. I did not want to
restart the posts and then fall down due to lack of energy. So I waited a bit.
That does not mean I have not been painting, I simply have been building back
energy. Plein air can sap it right out of you. So can trying to type in proper
English.
Plein air in New Mexico is a tale different from any other. The southern part of the state tends to attract a wide array of personalities and so when an attractive piece of land is posted “No Trespassing”, the prudent thing is to not trespass, no matter the enticement to paint it. Luckily there are often pull outs along the road offering safety from traffic and views like nowhere else on earth.
Today’s offering is called “48 Ford Firetruck”. There are two of these old gals in Hillsboro New Mexico. One is being cannibalized to give new life to the other. I like to think of it as an amalgam of the best of both, affording the ability for both to live on. The historical society is working on the transformation. Both sit in a field, just off the main road through town. Because the field was fenced and cordoned off, my buddy Gay and I did not want to overstep bounds and tred on sensibilities. So we painted from the roadside. But after having met some of the locals who are working on the trucks, we now have permission to return and enter the field to gain a better vantage of these living historical icons.
This was my view from that day, glorious sunny and warm. So
was the welcome from the Hillsboro residents. This is “48 Ford Firetruck”, an
11x14 oil on board, and soon to appear in SouthWest Art magazine.
