AN AMERICAN SUNDAY (STREET MASTERS)

  • IN A PREDOMINANTLY CHRISTIAN NATION--ASIDE FROM BARBECUES, GRASS-CUTTING, AND TELEVISED FOOTBALL--SUNDAY IS SYNONYMOUS WITH WORSHIP.

    IN SMALL-TOWN AMERICA, WHENEVER THE CHURCHES HAVE EMPTIED AND THE BRUNCH RUSH AT THE IHOP HAS PASSED, DRIVE-THRU PARKING LOTS BECOME THE SCENE FOR A DIFFERENT KIND OF FELLOWSHIP, NOT BEFORE GOD, BUT AT THE ALTER OF THE INTERNAL COMBUSTION ENGINE.; A SYMBOLIC EMBODIMENT OF THE POST-WAR U.S:  PROSPERITY, MIGHT, AND INDIVIDUALISM IN MOTION. 

    A CELEBRATORY GATHERING STEEPED IN NOSTALGIA AND RESTORATIVE SERVICE TO CHROME AND RUBBER.

    DESPITE WHAT ONE THINKS OF  "HOBBYISTS," OF THE TIME AND ATTENTION PAID TO AN INANIMATE OBJECT, THESE BRIGHTLY COLORED MACHINES ARE AN UNDENIABLE THING OF FIERCE BEAUTY.

    LONG GONE AND OBSOLETE ARE LEADED-GAS AND STEEL, AND DETROIT-OMNIPOTENCE. HOWEVER, WHAT WILL SEEMINGLY ENDURE IS A NEAR-OBSESSIVE LOVE AFFAIR WITH MID-TWENTIETH CENTURY AUTOMOTIVE INNOVATION.  

    AN IDEALISTIC HOMAGE--IF THERE EVER WAS ONE--TO AMERICANA.

    DEDICATED TO MY FATHER, RICHARD E. MOORE