I paint objects as portraits of the people I care about: Nick's drums, Gladys' ladder, Derek's trombone, Joseph's violin. The pitcher is my great aunt's, found abandoned in her garage in Maine. The shovels are my brother Al's. I had a season of painting my father's wrenches and our inherited hand-made tools and that series led to musical instruments: another kind of tooI. I love the complexity and precision of musical instruments, their form dictated by wavelengths of sound and the size of hands.
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