Blue Trailer in the Morning

Blue Trailer in the Morning.
Acrylic on canvas. 11"x 14".
(sold)

I walk around the neighborhood for at least a half hour every morning, usually immersed in thought, sorting things out, and mentally organizing the agenda for the day.  Occasionally I am blank and slightly bored with the routine. It was on one of those mornings I started scrutinizing the places I was walking by. The sun was breaking through the perpetual valley morning fog bank, illuminating the usually dull, faded, rust streaked structures.
This is an odd neighborhood, conceived in the 1960's as a glorified trailer park, with the homes on large privately owned lots. Over the years, the old trailers have been replaced by more modern structures, but a handful of the original trailers still remain with their mid-century modern curves, looking oddly out of place next to their more glamorous neighbors.

Most homes around here are muted earth tones, but not this one. I like the unusual electric blue. Really makes a statement, of some sort. The landscaping consists of a flat lawn with a lone western red cedar on either side defining the boundary between the lots. I like the soft drape of the cedar with the hard edged trailers. With little experience at painting trees, or any foliage for that matter, I did a lot of fiddling with the cedar trying to express it so it didn't look too contrived.