Paintings from the tactile age of mechanical metal parts that, when assembled properly, made our lives go faster. The whirring sounds and pungent smells of oil and metal produced the comforting soundtrack of that earlier automated era.
Most objects represented here are from the personal collection of the artist. All but one or two are painted from life. Collectors will tell you that it’s the hunt that forces them to rise from their beds on cold mornings and hit the road for yard sales and flea markets. Justification here for collecting is that I need these items not only for my well being but for my work as a painter. These are my models.