When I was about 12, I discovered Prints Plus in the mall. This was the beginning of the end for me. I discovered then that I was a poster junkie and couldn’t get enough of them. By the time I was 14, I learned the art of rotation, a practice many collectors and museums adhere to whereby art is removed and replaced by new art, the old art stored away until the next rotation. So, here I was, rotating the posters in my room once in a while to keep it fresh at 14 years old. My friends are out playing baseball and whatever, and I’m rotating my art and cleaning my room. I have long been a neat freak. But the poster of the white 1957 Thunderbird sitting on a ferry in the sunset would become a dark blue Jaguar E-Type roadster on black asphalt beneath a blue sky, and that would later become a Countach which would become something else only to return back to the T-Bird. It kept friends on their toes, and those posters were on one side of the room, while another wall would receive a similar treatment with its posters. It was a constant swirl of pictures moving around. At some point, all the posters ended up rolled up and stored and only recently was I afforded the opportunity to open them up. There must have been a thousand posters, of which a good number of them have recently been sent to friends I knew would take care of them and enjoy them. So, I am only left with a few hundred, the cream of the crop, as they say, and I’m looking forward to hanging them in the garage and creating a gallery theme, something my friend Pete Aylett of CarArt, Inc. might call the Gallerage. I’ve noticed frames, even less expensive ones of basic style and quality, are fairly expensive once you buy a larger number of them. Interesting. Stay tuned.
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