As I passed the marshland, I saw a single tree against a backdrop of civilization several miles further down the road. I’ll probably paint it – or an abstraction of it – at some point. Although this was a reflective observation, what I saw swiftly grew sillier.
As I neared the bridge to Galveston proper where the freeway ends, I saw Oceans Cabaret. It’s an ancient, run-down blue building isolated from the rest of existence other than the road. It boasts “all nude women.” The state of the building and its perpetual desertion have always amused me, but this time I saw a goat standing in the middle of the parking lot! This was utterly hilarious, shattering my introspective mood entirely.
The second was the side of a mechanic shop sporting essential yet misspelled information: “Fixs Tires.” All of the small paragraph by the door was written crookedly and I imagine that the mechanic painted it himself without any guidelines or preparation. If I weren't using a straightedge and level I certainly couldn't paint an even-looking sign as my writing often tapers up as I write, as if trying to soar off the page. As a creator I love anything hand-crafted, thus I noted this with a tender, fond smile. I wouldn’t change these signs for the world.
The final observation I made was darkly humorous: across the street from the cemetery were two “monument shops” sporting headstones in the front lawns. Immediately I thought that this would be amazingly convenient as the business owners can easily walk across the street and deliver the tombstone promptly after it’s finished. The second thing to cross my mind was that they have a sort of rivalry going on. After this second notion my mind spun off in a hundred different directions, fabricating a number of imaginary scenarios. This will likely evidence itself in my writing eventually.
My trip to Galveston was inspiring, and at the next opportunity I’d like to actively explore with a camera (if not a sketchbook or full plein air painting setup).