I just love to paint bikes. Really. There is something about the nostalgic feeling of riding a bike that makes painting them such a joy. Arms up or feet out, the wind making my hair a matted mess, the whirly tummy when pedaling over a hill. It's a great childhood memory. And one I will continue to capture in my paintings.
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i still remember when i finally rode a bike by myself. it was on my dad's birthday. i thought showing him that i could ride a bike was the best gift to give him. your paintings sure show the magic of riding bikes.
I love the colors you use.
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