30" x 14", acrylic, 1989
When I was a kid, I remember how we used to gather around these pumps at local gas stations and fill our
bicycle tires with air. I would always notice the way the hose was placed on the pump, whether the loops were perfectly
round, elongated, or askew. This painting depicts all three.
This is one of my favorite paintings because it reflects a bygone era when we were kids, a time
when our greatest concern was wondering where our bikes would take us that day. One of my best friends used to
live beside a corner gas station. I ended up loving the smells and sounds of that gas station. The air pump was
located beside a large refuse container where the surrounding pavement was oily and sticky and often strewn with
rejected auto parts originally destined for the container. We would have to tiptoe through this area to get to
my best friend's back yard. Ah yes, the good ol' days!