Ed Ruscha’s Top 10 American Towns

A new book, Ed Ruscha: *Road Tested*, collects 75 works inspired by the artist’s adventures on the move. Here, he reveals his favorite stops along the way.


In paintings like those in his iconic “Standard Oil” series and such books as Every Building on the Sunset Strip, Ed Ruscha has long chronicled the American landscape with what writer J.G. Ballard called “the coolest gaze in American art.” Born in Omaha, Nebraska, Ruscha moved to Los Angeles in 1956 at age 18, and still calls the city home. That journey west was only the first of many road trips. A new book, Ed Ruscha: Road Tested (available this month from, collects 75 works inspired by the artist’s adventures on the move. Here, he reveals his favorite stops along the way.

SAN FRANCISCO. Absolutely the most beautiful city in the entire world. With history, class, and cuisine, it’s a place of astounding mystery. I ask myself why I never lived there. No answer.

WINSLOW, ARIZONA. An excellent stopover on I-40 going east or west. Stay at La Posada, an ancient hotel with gardens, a library, art by Tina Mion, a wonderful restaurant called the Turquoise Room, and train tracks outside the back door.

RHYOLITE, NEVADA. A beautifully isolated mining ghost town in the dramatic setting of Death Valley. Nearby is Beatty, Nevada, with a homemade mini museum.

PAHRUMP, NEVADA. It’s a town that has yet to be built—not many houses, but lots of concrete curbs and partially paved streets. Somewhat of a bedroom town for Las Vegas.

NEW YORK CITY. It hits between the eyes. The culture is deafening, and noise is an essential ingredient. It’s the air shaft capital of the world. Everything American starts here.

AUSTIN, TEXAS. A beautiful town where bats live under the bridges. Home of Lance Armstrong’s bicycle shop, remarkable barbecue, and Lora Reynolds’s art gallery. If it’s not the musical capital of America, it’s close.

AMBOY, CALIFORNIA. Population: two, three, four? It’s, as they say, in the middle of nowhere. The buildings, among them Roy’s Café, are empty but very well cared for. The post office is next to a tree full of shoes. Desert winds, quietude…there’s something hospital-clean about this tiny stop.

HARTSHORNE, OKLAHOMA. A lil’ country town that I always associate with my favorite baseball pitcher, Warren Spahn. It’s in the middle of America, but no way middle-American.

SELIGMAN, ARIZONA. The Copper Cart café is all I remember. Once the fan belt capital of the world, now the interstate runs through its outhouse. A town where its past and present are both gone—it’s worth investigating.

LOS ANGELES. After Oklahoma it is my adoptive home, but I only care about the central areas like Echo Park, Silver Lake, Hollywood, Culver City, and Venice. On occasion I go up to Mulholland Drive just to smell the ozone and listen to the city throb.

Courtesy of Ed Ruscha and D.A.P., Inc.