I found this one at an antique fair in Canton, Texas and had to have it. (Though it would have been better had I found it at the end of my shopping trip, because it weighs a ton.)
I surrounded the tractor with natural wood, as if the toy was parked in a shed or workshop. I built the backdrop from pallets that I pulled apart, making sure to have the imperfections from use show in the scene.
The tractor rests on an antique box, the kind found in every shed decades ago. I am particular about the boxes that I use in my work - a box has to be very special for me to take up valuable canvas space to depict it. Here, I’ve included the box as a metaphor for the way we adults put away our sense play and adventure as we age (though we probably shouldn’t).
When I was a kid in England, I didn’t have a pedal tractor; instead, I had to make do with an orange crate with baby buggy wheels. People at art shows who see this print tell me similar stories - either they had a toy like this as a child or they didn’t have one, wanted one desperately, and still remember the name of the neighbor who did have one! I hear the latter part of that tale from women especially who wanted the toy tractor to tootle around in, but were given dolls instead.