Hotel du Lac, oil on canvas, 20″x24″. Sold.
It really is the naked man that makes this piece complete. It was a tough decision though, keeping his swim trunks off. John and I got into a terrible fight about it the other night while we ate our dinner. He felt that the naked man was gratuitous and obvious and would detract from the grandeur of the hotel, but I felt that it added a needed tension to the piece. Plus, I argued that it is European. John really couldn’t argue with that, but just as we were resolving that dispute, he muttered under his breath that the bell boy was borrowing a little heavily from Wes Anderson’s ‘Grand Budapest Hotel’. Smack! I tried to counter that statement by telling him that I haven’t even seen the film yet. When you live in a one horse town with one movie theatre that is still showing ‘Spaceballs’, you quickly get behind on current cinematic offerings.
The truth is that I painted my ultimate dream hotel. This is a place that greets guests with a synchronized swimming show, serves fine French cuisine in the hotel restaurant, and encourages you to jump out of your window afterwards for a refreshing evening swim in the temperate lake.