In this series, mountains melt into rivers, as if the artist repainted what he saw before him as hills turned into flatlands and waterways. Colors of night invade daytime canvases and, naturally, dark roads extend past the vanishing point. Even though static, the works move. Strange that this portrait of a mind in motion should come a hundred years after the injection of the automobile into popular culture. Seems that the artist’s brush has finally learned to move at 60 miles per hour.