When I was a kid my next door neighbors had a motor home and I was pretty obsessed with it. I wanted to live in one full-time when I grew up. I would be an artist. I would travel all around painting pictures on an easel. With my horse, obviously.
I made this picture in the spring of 2016. Looking at it today I notice a real concrete change to my style over the past three and a half years. If I drew the same thing now I would make all those brown stripes much straighter and neater than I did back then. This is not an entirely voluntary choice, nor am I sure it's an improvement. I may, in fact, like the old way better. But I'm not sure I could make one like this again if I tried. Things have just moved on. Huh.
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