We grew up in the otherwise-quiet neighborhoods surrounding LAX during the 1950's. Our mother was a B-29 final-assembly inspector during WW II in Wichita KS, and a post-war aviation radio operator in LA. Our dad was a commercial airline pilot. All things considered it was pretty easy to be interested in airplanes. Actually, since we lived under the take off pattern of two-four left, it was quite impossible to ignore them.
The aircraft in this developing series of paintings hold relevance to people and events of my childhood. The landscapes in which these planes are set are either indicative of the connection I have with the planes and people or are in some way fittingly ironic in context to the planes and larger global issues.