Why business is down at Texas carwashes
Scott Wade lives on long, dusty Roadrunner Road outside San Marcos, central Texas, and he applies a dab hand to the grit that cakes up on the windows of his Mini Cooper and his wife’s Mazda.
The results have been featured, to his own amazement, not just in the Austin American Statesman but the National Enquirer (”Da Vinci of Dust!”), Britain’s Sun tabloid (”Vandy Warhol’s motorpieces”) and the German edition of Maxim magazine (”Heckscheibenkunst — Aus dem Staub Gemacht”), and somehow BBC Radio Scotland too. Lydia’s actually forwarded me a Powerpoint presentation about him that someone put together and entered in the Great eMail Swirl.
“Who would have guessed that people want to look at dirty pictures on the Internet?” says Wade. He’s got a sense of humour about it, but he does like to get into the zen of his creativity, the beauty of his artwork’s impermanence reminding him of the sand mandalas that Tibetan monks painstakingly build and then swiftly destroy. See the rest.
