This piece was started at Playa but only finished last week. Up over a small rise across the Highway 31 from the Playa facilities was a couple of cargo containers and a field of various construction materials left over from their remodel a few years ago. I would go up there pretty regularly. It was a nice view and I found the semi-industrial feel of it, isolated amidst the vast landscape, oddly comforting.
I haven't quite decided on the title yet.
This is not actually a hovel as you can probably tell but rather a root cellar on the property at Playa (where I had my 4 week residency). This is the first painting I did there. I wasn't quite ready to deal with all of the open space, so I surrounded the structure with my more familiar trees. While it was just a root cellar I thought it seemed sort of an inviting metaphor for my retreat. I wanted to isolate and bury myself in my work. I later learned an amusing anecdote. The original owner of the property built the root cellar and used it to cook the first meth in Oregon. Go figure.