Inspired by the vintage signage scattered throughout Los Angeles that I pass by, while idling in traffic. They are relics of another era, and still cling to their original edifices as a beacon of fading Americana; a time that is slowing dipping below the horizon in the rear-view mirror, as these types of physical artifacts decay and crumble over the years.
This sign in particular is from an image I captured in Culver City, which is a part of LA heavily pocketed with SoCal nostalgia.
36” x 36” x 2.5”. Acrylic, pastel, oil, and screen print on wood panel.
Inspired by the vintage signage scattered throughout Los Angeles that I pass by, while idling in traffic. They are relics of another era, and still cling to their original edifices as a beacon of fading Americana; a time that is slowing dipping below the horizon in the rear-view mirror, as these types of physical artifacts decay and crumble over the years.
This sign in particular is from an image I captured in Culver City, which is a part of LA heavily pocketed with SoCal nostalgia.
36” x 36” x 2.5”. Acrylic, pastel, oil, and screen print on wood panel.