It was 1996. She, a BMW E30 M3, stood provocatively in the street near my block of flats. My first love, she opened my eyes and ripped my heart apart. I could only stand and stare. Touching her was forbidden.
From that moment on, the BMW 3-series coupe became a hole in my heart which I knew I would have to one day fill. When, after many years of searching, I found my own BMW E30 325i coupe, I was as happy as a child again. I could sit for hours and breathe in the combined aroma of upholstery, grease and petrol. Every classic car has that same smell, but each one is a little different. Out of this love was born my art - classic cars drawn while breathing in their smell.