Eric Boos Digital Art

Thickly coated with asphalt, resulting in a dark, moody post-industrial image, with the serendipitous bit of humor in the name, “Micro.”

Outdoor metal furniture at Yavapai College, Prescott, Arizona.  Mug designed and crafted by my wife, Laura Bloomenstein.  That the coffee should be spilled is a metaphor for living in this lovely, primitive state, just in case that wasn’t obvious.

I sometimes feel like a kid, taking pictures of trucks and messing with them.  A big, muscular truck with the dramatic fantail, great rust stains on the tail, and a differential that looks like a ripe grapefruit.

Tables and chairs at the food court in the local mall.  The mall these days has more empty shops than occupied ones.  I love the satin look of the plastic covering these chairs.  It continues my theme of “returning to archetype,” creating idealized versions of the mundane objects that surround us.  The only thing that bothers me about this image is, where are the seat cushions for the chairs at the second table?  I guess the angle hides them, but it’s unsettling.

A very functional, sturdy sort of machine, caked with grease and, well, stuff.  I’m wondering what all those dangling hooks are for.

Garden State Plaza, New Jersey.  Gold and black and glowing.

I liked the play of colors in the worn paint, with a delicate frosting of road salt.  Shot down by the Met museum two weeks ago.