This was the 3rd & final segment of a 12 foot triptych I drew with soft pastels on large sheets of BFK. I had originally done these junkyard scenes as metaphors of human existence. All the cars were once new & desirable, but these all became neglected shells waiting to be crushed & turned into rebar or flat rolled steel.
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The picture is complete-thanks for presenting the whole thing. I'm going to download and stitch-you object?
No. Go ahead. I would have no idea how to do that. You will find that the same building recurs in each segment, which isn't physically possible. Some lawyer bought this & every junkyard scene I ever created. Then he got disbarred...detritus.
When I first started painting (in 1976) my best friends brother (they lived right across the street) was first starting out as lawyer. The brothers also started a chain of racquet ball clubs which they decorated with my paintings. Then older lawyer brother got into the coke.....disbarred.
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