L.A. Freeway

23" x 30" - watercolor

I had just driven in from Chicago on the #66 and got hit immediately with a throng of automobiles, trucks, motorcycles, and etc. all traveling as if mesmerized and driven by an invisible devil. They all seemed to know where they were going. I didn’t. I was trying to find the hotel in Marina Del Rey where I had reserved a room. This was 26 years ago, and I’m still locked in traffic driving from one freeway to the next looking for the hotel in Marina Del Rey. I’ve gone from the 405 to the 210 to the 823 to the 0003 to the 120 to the 67 to the 5 to the 345 to the 760 to the 12 and covered every street in between. I can’t seem to get off the freeways. I’m tired. HELP!