I was a race car driver and an artist, although I couldn’t get much respect for my art. I predominantly painted nature scenes with a lot of small, detailed, weedy brush. Most of my shows were at racetracks. In some instances my paintings were so good the vegetation clearly swayed in the breeze, as though it were a movie. Still, I couldn’t get much respect. A couple of my high school friends showed up at one point. Only one of them seemed to really like my work.
Painted "Reactor" last night, based on my dream from the other day. I needed to do a relatively brainless abstract again. (Update, 12/4/08; This painting is sold.)