The idea for '65 Volvo, the painting you see above in various stages, started with a photograph that my then four-year-old son took. One day, about forty years ago, we were snooping around the Canadian Pacific roundhouse and rail yards on the north side of False Creek in Vancouver. Holding my Hasselblad chest high and looking slightly up at me sitting in the car, he pressed the shutter release.
Remarkably, the photo he took, above, looks a lot like the way I might have composed it: straight on view, clearly defined elements, the car nearly centered.