The ice cream truck was a big deal when I was a kid. I remember hearing it around dusk during summer vacation with its creepy happy classical music box tunes. I have euphoric memories of superstars and bomb pops with fireflies floating on warm summer breezes and frozen happy sun burnt faces as night approached in slow motion.
About the Artist: I am a designer and illustrator who specializes in pop art and postmodernism. I also design athletic sneakers.Follow me on Twitter here.