I love them, My first choice for breakfast on Sunday mornings,with my grandmother was San Francisco international airport. We would pull into short term parking,take a variety of elevators,escalators and moving walkways to the massive domestic terminal and wind our way past the ticket counters to a little restaurant,where "way cool" pilots,stewardess's and busy travelers would start their days. We would wait sometimes 15 minutes for just the right table,overlooking the busy tarmac and runways. Pan Am,TWA,Branniff! The colors,the Jets.
I still find myself drifting in the lanes of 101 south when I pass that magical place
This piece is 54" tall and 50" wide. Mixed media, Acrylic and wax on canvas.
No comments:
Post a Comment