There are many reasons to paint. Some like expressionist art. It might not be something representational, but the artist’s emotions are there. Some like still life, while others like portraiture. Frida Kahlo did statement art. Picasso did everything from cubist to whatever.
I found some old treasures from when I was a little boy. I loved cars. I cut out pictures of them from magazines. I went in dealerships and took their brochures. I went to auto shows. In a zippered looseleaf I found hundreds of pictures of car ads from the late fifties and early sixties. It brought back the magic feeling of being a boy.
This is a 1957 Plymouth. The Alkire family next door had one. I always thought it looked like a shark that was going to come eat me. It must have been the massive grille that looked like teeth.
I painted this to take me back to those days . . .
“Who’s the leader of the club that’s made for you and me, M – I – C – K – E – Y . .”
“Bucky Bucky Beaver, New Ipana Toothpaste . . .”
“Hey kids, What time is it? ” “It’s Howdy Doody Time!”