I think of classic cars as moving works of art. Intrigued by the details, the form and even the colors, I look for the personality of each through the angles. Some seem to be proudly smiling, like gorgeous women who are completely aware of their beauty. Others are austere, masculine and palpably powerful. And then some are just plain silly. Although all are beautiful in their own way, some certainly speak to me more than others. I guess you could say this years-long, never-ending project is a love of making art from art.