I would go to the next small town to a catfish restaurant with
my wife and this truck was always sitting right in the curve
of the road looking back at me. It spoke to me and I knew I
needed to paint it. I passed it by for several months, each time
wanting to stop and paint, but always with a car full of people.
Finally I did stop and take several photos. I did the painting
in the studio and the very next time we went by the location
it was gone. It just seemed to want to tell a story.
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