I painted this last summer for my friend Shea, upon returning home from our epic adventure. That endless stretch of US-50 was fresh in my mind. We rode the 168 miles of nothing from Ely to Delta at sunset. I recall feeling like I had left this planet. The sense of vulnerability was overwhelming. The sense of insignificance rang truer than ever... Anyway, it just occurred to me that I never posted it.
That's an awesome paint job, you never see stuff like this anymore, reminds me of a 70s mural
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