By Lance Russwurm
These machines bore the indelible stamp of the men who made them. They were alive in a way that modern committee-designed products can never be. They were shaped by taste rather than market research, by people rather than by computer programs.
Their users, too, were somehow more colourful. Travel was an "Event" in those days, to be undertaken with as much style as possible. People dressed for the occasion. Aircraft were flown by feel, not by wire. Test pilots found out what a new machine could do in the air, rather than on a computer screen. True, today's modes of transport are safer, faster and more reliable, but we've forever lost a certain grace in favor of modern efficiency.
I was born in Kitchener, Ontario, in 1953 and I admit that, perhaps, the views of my generation were shaped more than a little by Hollywood. But that's all right. Romance (In the true sense of the word) seems to be healthier than ever these days, and this is precisely what I am most interested in trying to capture in my paintings. I use an almost photo-realistic style to lend reality and immediacy to events that happened long ago - or may never have happened at all. My attention to research and detail, I am told, borders on fanaticism, but my main objectives will always remain storytelling and mood.
The shades of the past still exist.
If, through my works, I can communicate my passion for these things to others and possibly spark someone's interest, I will feel that I have been successful.