Last year I spent a day rambling around the Chimacum area near Port Townsend looking for subjects to paint. I came across a pasture with half a dozen dilapidated pickups parked helter-skelter. It was a pickup cemetery. Maybe some farmer couldn’t bear to sell off his trusty pickups when they wore out, so he put them out to pasture, like old horses.
At any rate, today I arranged them into a composition with clouds and trees in the background and painted this picture.
Love the meadows and flowers, but you always draw and paint the best cars.
Thanks! Glad you like the trucks. 🙂
Initally, I found the name of the work curious. I couldn’t imagine the word pickup associated with a cemetery. It seemed to be the wrong direction :). Then, trucks. Oh, now I get it. My own pickup is probably buried somewhere, if not crushed to oblivion. Nice work.
Good point. Maybe I should have said, “Pickup truck cemetery.” I remember your old truck… it was a trusty friend for you.