Terre Haute Super 8
Staring at the hallway walls of the Terre Haute Super 8, I am struck by a singular painting hanging on the wall. The image is of a pale horse, standing on a cliff looking out over a horizon which includes the sea. Who is this artist? Does the negative space of the ocean reflect their own anonymity, lost among the drab beige wallpaper of a mid-western luxury hotel. And as my mind wanders, I ponder why this signature painting hangs here and not in some famous private art gallery and if the complimentary continental breakfast is still available after 10:30am.