I drive back and forth from Winona to Minneapolis several times a month passing a small antique shop in the tiny town of Frontenac, Minnesota. There is a cafe, the antique shop, a fuel pump and that is about it. One day I decided to stop and look around. It was here that I found these vintage billiard balls hidden on a bottom shelf in a plastic bag.
Putting the subject matter against the black background really allows it to stand on its own. So simple, but the colors, shadows, and reflections make this a very dynamic painting. I kicked around many names but the eight ball sitting off by itself kept calling out to me and the fact there are eight balls in the composition made The Big Eight an obvious choice in the end.
Original painting, price available upon request