Armed with a slew of pallet knives and a dentistry table littered in color, I have made a leap into the art of pallet knife painting. I discover my subject matter at a local Salvation Army full of treasure and vintage style. With a bit of knowledge and appreciation for design, my goal has been to capture the elegance and style of some of our unique tools of the past, bringing them back to life on canvas. Cameras, projectors, typewriters and a few unique items we tend to only visually enjoy in a decorative sense are my new subjects. As I explore the lines, curves, and mechanics of these relics I grasp a better understanding of the thought put into their design and purpose. For this adventure I moved from oil paint to acrylic for a fast paced, multi-layered rundown of the subjects with a razor sharp pallet knife. I promise, no brushes were harmed in the making of these pieces, as I am a terrible keeper of tools.
Along side this endeavor is an idea that eludes to some thought. These tools sit suspended around us capturing image, shadow and light. They are silent and still, dusty and forgotten, “seeing” us as we exist in around them. Some are immersed in blackness where no light is to be found, until one minute awoken with bright piercing light as the lid of an old trunk is lifted. Some are collected and displayed in artists’ studio, a treasure hunters’ home, or a junkers’ pile waiting to be bid off. Where ever they lye, moving light dances into them, a movie for tiny dust mites collected in their bowels maybe. All I know is when I have these cameras from the past perched on my bookshelves, I can help but think that through those crystal viewers and lenses, they look deep at me more than I ever pay heed to them.