Alas Grand Rapids Michigan, humble as it is, is my home. My father immigrated to America in 1948 from the Netherlands settling in Grand Rapids because his older brother was living there. It was a safe bet. Gerald Ford who became president of the United States by accident most famous for bumping his head and tripping was also raised here. I love this place like a mate picked out by my parents by shear will. Painting the city over and over is the way I trained my heart to look at her good side and over look her faults. It for the most part has worked except for an ongoing affair I have been having with NYC since my earl twenties.
As an interesting back story, the frame on this painting is locally sourced black walnut. The walnut is a tree that grows plentifully here in Michigan. When finished properly it yields a beautiful chocolate brown tight grain. It was designed and manufactured in collaboration with a local high end furniture maker in our city, a city incidentally once known as the furniture capitol of the world. This same craftsman and dear friend is currently dancing with death in the form of stage four cancer. God help him.