Growing up in Cambridge my bicycle was just part of my life and my means of transport. I never considered using it as exercise, just a thing to use to get me to where I wanted to go. What a surprise when I moved away and when it was lifted out of the removal van the moving van men laughed at it! It was a “sit up and beg” purple bike with a large wicker basket on the handle bars and an old worn out bag on the back. That bicycle had grown up with me.
Here are a few paintings of my bicycles.
What lovely pretty paintings. Better and Better!!!
Terri
Love, love, love the bicycles!! And the story!
Hey, my friend…I am in love with your style. Whimsy and real life blended with the obvious respect you have for your subject. These are striking and fun. Nicely executed. Love, Jackie
Hi, Lorna!
Love the colors and the progression in the first image. Yes, I think your story is true for most active young people. The 10-speed my dad bought for me when I was 15 was used like a body part. I was still riding it when Nick and I started dating (I was 40)!
So glad you share your work this way. It’s a nice way of keeping in touch with you and your ever evolving artist self.
Big hug,
Camille
What fun, you and your YUPO. Love the bikes and especially those background colors in the first picture.