"The view from up here is phenomenal! Now, how do I get down? Now I think about it, how the hell did I get up here? This doesn't exactly look like an off road vehicle."
For my first Toyota painting, I went to the mid '60's and got a Stout,
which I lowered a bit. Then, I put it on top of a stone plinth for no
reason. And then I painted the girl's hair flowing upward; again, for no
apparent reason. Such is the fickle wackiness of the creative process.