Rick Rove

Born and raised on the Canadian prairies. Rust on my bones, maple syrup in my veins. I come from a lineage of artists but I found my way to art from my love of graffiti. In particular, my love of freight train graffiti. Train yards were my playground and riding the rails was my preferred way of travel.

A few years older now, my love for trains has not wavered but has transcended graffiti itself. Trains present themselves as blank canvases, a conduit if you will, for communication. They have become moving art galleries that are unforgiving and cold. My paintings seek to capture that sense of cold steel and also the raw unapologetic art that often adorns the sides of the cars and bring a little warmth to that cold steel.

Oh yeah, and chips. I love chips so I paint bags of chips sometimes.