The ideas for these paintings came from riding a bike from home to work, back again or riding. In most of the paintings I wanted to show the feeling riding a bike has on you, a feeling you don’t have in a car.
Confessions of a cyclist
I can’t remember when or where I was. Sometimes I’d be driving in the car on the way to the hardware store or supermarket with a list of things to buy. I’d get to the first build up of cars waiting at the lights and think, “What am I doing here?” I would then drive home and get on my bike, moments later feeling the air on my skin. The built up of anxiety caused by traffic started to unwind like a spring in a clock each time my legs moved the pedals.
I have never been that interested in cars other than from transporting you. Where is the sport in the Grand Prix? People sitting in chairs moving their arms and legs.
