I started a new piece this week working title Outpost, but that may change. It's based on a photo I took at Two Guns in Northern Arizona. While I paint the painting I remember the squeaking old metal and plastic parts blowing in the wind hanging by a thread. It was a ambient grouping of sounds that in orchestra successfully unnerved me while I was there. If I was in a zombie movie those are the sounds you hear right before a zombie comes out of nowhere.
I'm focusing in on the middle of nowhere aspect of this scene. I want to capture the sense of isolation that I had while there. It really felt as if you were at the edge of civilization at some abandoned outpost long forgotten. Yet, the place still has a history.