READY FOR ITS CLOSEUP
This time last weekend, my art history major/artist/museum employee daughter was painting this pig on the roof of my 1997 Chevy Malibu. She has lots of fond memories of the car – it was the first one she drove, and now it’s my daily ride. It’s still full of stuff from her high school days – books, mix tapes (some pretty good ones), running shoes, probably some old schoolwork.
All this started with an offhand comment about repainting the roof, as the clear coat was deteriorating rapidly, followed by the paint underneath. I was thinking about a white top to maybe make it a bit cooler in the summer, but my daughter saw it as a canvas. Before long, I agreed to let her paint something on it. With my interest in barbecue, the something became a pig. One thing about driving a beater, you can do pretty much whatever you want to it.
The image had to be something that could be done quickly and relatively inexpensively, preferably with spray paint, so my daughter chose a pig that I had featured in a previous “Pigs in Ads” post. It’s a clip-art pig profile you see from time to time in old phone book ads for barbecue restaurants. She free-handed the pig onto a piece of paper, which she cut apart to use as a stencil for the pink pig and black outline and highlights.
The toughest part was finding a pink spray paint. I had in mind something fairly light, but the only pink I found at the local big-box hardware retailer was a berry-tinged shade. So I left it up to my daughter, who chose fluorescent pink over something called “Ballet Slippers.” (Her main interest outside of the art aspects of this project is to see the car on Google Earth, so the fluorescent was an easy pick. No Jamie Wyeth “Portrait of Pig” tones here.)
The work went without a hitch. The pig looks great, and the fluorescent pink is growing on me. Now, the Malibu just has to keep going long enough for the satellites to snap it. They say GM cars run crappy longer than other makes, so we’ll see. I asked my daughter if she wanted me to cut the roof out when it’s time for the ‘Bu to head to the crusher. She said no, but I probably will. The pig would look nice hanging in a barbecue restaurant.
Google Earth, it’s your turn.