This pastel is the result of a totally botched motel reservation.
I was nearing the end of a cross-country solo road trip (upstate NY to Los Angeles) and had room reservations in Williams, Arizona. The problem was, I couldn't find the correct Motel 6! (I located two out of three. Why does Williams have three Motel 6 locations?)
I got so flustered and frustrated (no available rooms), I ate the cancellation fee and booked a room 98 miles west in Kingman.
It was the best 98 miles of the entire trip.
As I drove west, an amazing, lurid sunset developed before me. I gawped in wonder as the colors got increasingly rich.
That leg of the trip resulted in three chalk pastels, and this is the only one that remains unsold.
This pastel is the result of a totally botched motel reservation.
I was nearing the end of a cross-country solo road trip (upstate NY to Los Angeles) and had room reservations in Williams, Arizona. The problem was, I couldn't find the correct Motel 6! (I located two out of three. Why does Williams have three Motel 6 locations?)
I got so flustered and frustrated (no available rooms), I ate the cancellation fee and booked a room 98 miles west in Kingman.
It was the best 98 miles of the entire trip.
As I drove west, an amazing, lurid sunset developed before me. I gawped in wonder as the colors got increasingly rich.
That leg of the trip resulted in three chalk pastels, and this is the only one that remains unsold.
Currently it is unframed.