Pleasantville, oil on panel, 24" x 48", Steven Rhude For a while now I have wanted to do a painting which summed up my feelings about the decline of rural Nova Scotia. This one comes close since the gas station is so integral to commerce and the transference of goods. Gas stations are a little like parking garages, they are all mostly self serve experiences now that leave one pondering existential situations between place "A" and place "B". Encountering an abandoned rural gas station with a Yard Jockey perched atop a giant quasi Rubix Cube, I recall thinking what it is I stopped to look at, or perhaps more to the point, through looking, is there a process or set of rules to follow in solving a post modern problem such as this one. I don't believe there is. Hopper's gas station paintings are alive with people and his brand of solitude evokes a transition. Pleasentville can't do this. The problem is not black and white, and the rules k...