Submitted by billkeast on
Another of my very favourite paintings has gone to a good home. I know a number of you have heard this story before but bear with me as I tell everybody else. I was born in the last year of the war and my father came home from that war and went to work for Comstock. The company was going around the province changing the motors on refrigerators and washing machines from 25 to 60 cycle. We were constantly on the move. By the time I graduated from high school I had lived in 22 different abodes, Some of them could hardly be called houses. The countryside of my youth was defined by derelict vehicles. Buying a new truck meant reviving ones hopes and dreams for the future. Within a decade, however, those dreams were cast aside. These rusting vehicles were not only rural icons, they symbolized so much of the modern way of life. When the province passed legislation forcing people to get rid of them, it was really sad.
Old trucks are not merely symbols. They are also beautifully designed machines. This to my mind makes them marvellous subjects for paintings. The inventory is down to one truck painting. Guess I will have to get to work. Not everybody wants to hang a truck painting in their home but everybody should.