My sister brought by a box of our father’s old paints; gouache, watercolors, the odd tube of oil. He would have used these in his day to day work rendering sketches of signs and buildings. He used to work for a neon and plastic sign company when these would have been used. He probably found a few scraps from the sheet plastic used for the signs and rigged a small mould for the vacuum mould machine to make these in the sign shop.
With a thought to using the palettes again, I decided to rinse out the gouache. I was quickly caught by the idea that I should photograph them before a last record of his touch was gone.