I painted this one, from life, of pen knife carvings made by my grandfather, during WWll. He served in the army as a mechanic, building and repairing motorcycles. Although he never served oversees he was away from my grandmother for long stretches of time. My grandparents were both members of the Black Hawks Motorcycle club. The carvings are of them in their Black Hawks uniforms. My grandfather adored my grandma and I tried to capture something about their relationship in the painting. It was a tonne of fun to paint- nice to take a breather from flesh!