Tuesday, May 30, 2006

Florida, Day Four



The Arizona Chemical Plant in Port St. Joe, FL emits an odor that lives somewhere in between rotten hot dogs, boggy marsh, and burnt light bulb. I painted this picture of the factory stewing in this odor, still Florida stickiness, with fever from sunstroke. I couldn't have been happier though. Well, maybe if Mark was there.
That morning I painted another salt marsh scene.

3 comments:

saffry said...

Was it a paper mill? I always knew I was passing through Westbrook, Maine on the way to college when I smelled the pulp mill. Brunswick, Georgia had a similar smell when we first moved to St. Simons Isl. Luckily they capped the tanks before we moved to town, and the smell was lessened, but on foggy, rainy days it would reemerge.
How many times have I said I like your L.A. paintings? I love all the red taillights in the shadow of the bridge.

paintrly1 said...

Thanks Amy! Yes, it is a paper mill! I guess that smell is something you never forget!

AllBeehive said...

I've been past that papermill in Maine! Grody to the max. I can't imagine what it's like for the people that live there. The stench must really live in them, on their clothes etc.