This scale sat in the 1938 feed mill. The mill housed several beautiful machines, covered in cobwebs, and pigeon waste, and bathed by the soft light of Rembrandt. It was a grisly environment in which to work--I wore a respirator and rubber boots--but I badly wanted to paint those machines. It didn't come to pass, however, as I lost access to the building shortly after completing this painting.
--History as Muse, Art as Record