There is a certain intangible quality about 0ld tin, as it sits rusting away in fields and junkyards, that fascinates those who discover it. There is a mysterious, eerie sensation of looking into the past through the face of a survivor that compels artists and photographers to preserve these vestiges of simpler times in their paintings and photographs.
These tin derelicts assume attitudes of defiance, puzzlement, and resignation in their stand against the onslaught of weather and metal scavengers. Paint blisters and peels under the scorching sun, revealing layers of colour and primer that both blend and contrast in expressions of abstract art. Faded scales of original blues and greens flake from oxidized surfaces as old metal turns to natural hues.
Memories lie in these metal shells like the dust on their dashboards which even the wind cannot blow away. Faint traces of things past remembering are reflected in glass that is almost opaque, and chrome that is dull and yellow. Shreds of rotten upholstery, hanging from roofs and torn from seats, provoke speculation about particular circumstances that are now long forgotten.
This is my 100th post on the DPs. I like this painting so thats what you get. Its painted on the back of another painting with opaque w/c-so everything was agin me from the start. I enjoyed the challenge of using materials that were less than Grade A. I have also enjoyed the comments and my new cyber- friends. I have not had a serious offer for a painting yet (from the DPs). Good thing I have actually sold paintings in real life for substantial prices or I would be quite discouraged. I wish more people would comment all over the blogosphere cuz if you ain't going to sell you may as well chat. Thanks Everybody! Beware "I.E.D." Improvised Enlargement Device, Click on image for detonation.
