For someone who can’t tell one make of car from another, it’s surprising how many cars I draw. When I drive a car, it’s something that takes me from point A to point B. Hopefully it has low gas mileage, and if I’m lucky both the air conditioning and the radio work.
But when I draw cars, they are characters: some happy, some sad and battered, a few tiny, many monstrous. And they’re all very much a part of the American landscape.
Like these cars parked at a local shopping mall lot.
Or this monstrous SUV with it’s menacing grill.
And then there’s this firetruck that looks like a giant kids toy: all bells and whistles and shiny bright colors.