This little piece is about the size of large postcard. And somehow I feel drawn into the past, into a time where flying cars for everyone were believed to be not so very far away. And Monorails were expected to be all the rage really soon. And the moon was going to be colonized next week. Oil? Oil was nothing less than the content of that - preferrably plastic - holy grail called progress. That time when - as a friend once said - Walt's creation was still a mouse and not a rat. And people chose orange as a modern theme for their interior. Was it 1956? 1964? Was it ... a better time? I would like to say yes and you all know that I'd be wrong. But why not ... dream a little dream sometimes? (Note: This painting is still hanging in my studio but already gone.)