The other day a neighbor gave me some potatoes. And I had some of my own under the sink that were starting to sprout. So I ended up making a gigantic bowl of potato salad. Enjoyed it for breakfast, lunch and dinner ’til it was gone. When I was a kid I wouldn’t touch it. Now I’ll eat almost everything — even roadkill. Anyway, while making it, I looked down at my hands and felt the inspiration to do a painting. I think the hands are always far more interesting than anything else in the picture. For about 30 years I was an assembler at the Ford Motor Company Wixom Assembly Plant and looked down at my hands for 10 hours a night. Hands are wonderful! And so is potato salad! More to come…..