Winding our way back into town, it’s only the second time but the car beams with happiness, it’s the names, they’re enough to make us happier. Every small coastal town seemingly has the same handful of cute motel names, which range in level of cuteness. But the names, they are always perfect.
Beachcomber represents just one of the quintessential names among so many. The idea of naming a hotel is, or maybe isn’t, an art form of its own. This painting is my way of bringing that experience to the surface for the viewer to enjoy it in their own way.