

I thought about the garage i would visit when i was a boy. The men that worked on cars allways seemed to decorate the wall with pictures of semi nude women. I did not want that.
I remeber one older man who used own a hardware store. He was retied his name to us was Gramps.
Gramps had a garage with a pot belly stove and thousands of tools.
The decorations he had were things that were personal to him.
I remember one picture of a young man swinging from a trapeze.
It was his son, who had died in an accident in the circus.
I decided to decorate with picutres from life.
My cars , my students, my family.
It makes the cave a warm place.