This was painted on the walkway between the Arroyo Seco and Arroyo Seco Stables that goes under the York Bridge and comes out by this old truck. I sat on the ground to paint, and even now I can recall the sensation of feeling really dirty. There was a vinyl table cloth between me and the dirt, but it was some seriously dirty looking dirt. I will spare you the detailed description. But there were other painters close by, some nice looking horses keeping an eye on me, and a rooster that crowed every so often. That truck isn't going anywhere. Ever so slowly it's crumbling back into the earth.
