I like to ride them. I like the way they look. And I like they way they function. There’s just something about a bicycle that appeals to my imagination and sense of adventure. With minimal kit, I can hop astride my two-wheeled steed and venture off into parts unknown, I can lose myself in hours of quiet, uninterrupted thought; within minutes, the stress of the day is shed. I am calm.
As an artist, bicycles appeal to that sense of aesthetics in me: especially those lugged lightweight steel beauties of the past: a near perfect balance of form and function. There is a prettiness of design, but examine the parts closely – nothing superflous is present; everything has a purpose, a reason for being, and a reason for being there, right there in that exact location. Geometry and balance. Crafted functionality. Taking something with purpose and making it special, imbuing it with personality; with gender amd style.
For some months now, I’ve wanted to document the bikes I’ve collected and saved. It’s winter now, and unless Mother Nature smiles upon me these next few months, I’ll do more riding on the trainer than the road. So I’ll take this opportunity to sally forth with my documentation.