A friend returning from a visit to her Kansas hometown brought me a small 4x6 photograph from the 1960s. During the weekend the family reminisced through her Father's photo box. They don't honestly remember why he took the photograph or even where it was taken exactly, but something about the quiet gas station captured his attention. Knowing my fascination with vintage landscapes she let me have the photograph. It sat in a frame on my shelf, and for 4 months every glance tugged at my imagination as I envisioned painting it. So, today I broke it out of the frame and started putting it on canvas.
It was a neat experience. A photograph that became one of my favorites was now being used to paint from. It was like I was having a conversation with a man I never met as I painted from his old photograph. As I worked I pondered where this abandoned gas station may be and what made it so special to him. The subtle grays and dusty foreground juxtapose the bright red gas pumps, the only sign of survival in the vast prairie.