I know what you’re thinking: “not another painting of a hand dryer!” But this one was a beauty. I was at an art show and went into the men’s room. And there it was. It was not a particularly powerful dryer; it could not deliver the visceral thrill of, say, a Dyson Air Blade. Indeed, it was more like having your hands breathed on by an old asthmatic horse. But the dryer was chrome plated and looked like a Cylon out of Battlestar Gallactica (if a Cylon assumed the form of a bathroom appliance). Frak! I just had to paint it.
Have you tried plein air painting in a men’s room? It’s a challenge. As you’ll see below, there were lots of crazy shadows and glancing highlights from the harsh lighting. The easel got in the way too.