Watercolor painting has been a part of my life since 1972.  I like the spontaneity and freshness of watercolor.  My style has been influenced primarily by the California tonalists of the early twentieth century.  Just as the tonalists, I am interested in capturing a subtle mood in my paintings.  The actual objects in the scene often act more as a backdrop for the painting’s atmospheric effects.

One of my favorite subjects has always been architecture, growing from an initial interest during the 1950s when I became impressed with the works of Frank Lloyd Wright.  Later, a respect for the older architectural styles led to a six year project of producing ink drawings of many local landmarks for the Canton Preservation Society.

Old trucks, cars, boats and bicycles also catch my attention, and at times have gotten me in trouble when I have tried to bring home some derelict vehicle that was in need of more work than I could handle.  Rather than haul them home now, I try to paint them where they lie.

After completing a thirty year city planning career, I now enjoy spending (almost) full time as an artist.  Over the years my works have been purchased for many private, corporate and public collections across the US.

My works in watercolor, pen & ink and mixed media are available through my website, home studio and at these galleries:


The Watercolor Gallery
Laguna Beach, California

Camden Falls Gallery
Camden, Maine

The Copper Shop Gallery
East Aurora, New York

Metropolis Sports Car Series


It all started with a Crosley. I’ll start near the beginning, at age 7 in 1954. Uncle Bud, who was not known for being eccentric –far from it—for some reason felt compelled to own a Crosley. It was Fords and Buicks that were usually parked at family gatherings, so when Uncle Bud showed up one day in a Crosley, it got a lot of attention – and laughs. It was his toy-looking Crosley that called my attention to cars.

A few months after the Crosley incident it was time for Detroit to bring out the 1955 models, and that was the year that is generally recognized as the start of the yearly re-designs featuring new chrome strips, two tone paint schemes and flashy grills that were meant to make your one year old car look obsolete when the new models were unveiled. Soon I could name every car make and model there was from three miles away. My best friend Dave and I began a many years long contest of who could name that car first. It was often the cause of some heated debates. I was always right, but I was not always on top after the fights that followed.

motor scooterAge 16 would be a long time coming now that cars filled my dreams. But there were two spots of bright light; go-carts and motor scooters. It didn’t take long to give up on the go-cart arguments at home, but I held out hope to get a scooter in about seven years. Ohio law allowed 14 year olds to have a motorbike/scooter license. By age 12 I knew exactly what was important in life -- a red and white ’57 Cushman 720 series scooter. But just then government interference denied my right to pursue happiness when the Ohio legislature took away scooter licenses for 14 year-olds. My dreams were shattered, scattered in the dust under the tires of my Schwinn Corvette that would have to be my only transportation for a long, long time. This turned my model car building hobby into an obsession, along with reading the only things worth reading—Hot Rod, Car Craft and Rod and Custom.

Then at age 15—the year was 1963—Dad came to my rescue when he found a rusted out 1946 Ford for me to plaster with Bondo. It was discouraging to learn that I would need a seat cushion to sit on, and a pillow behind my back if I was to get the clutch to the floor while making the long reach to get the column shift into its stubborn second gear. No matter, it was a great car, a two-door sedan that had a back seat area big enough to not only comfortably start a family, but also raise one. Soon the Bondo job was complete and covered with a bright red $19.95 Earl Scheib paint job. The hub caps were thrown away, port-a-wall white walls were installed, rims painted black and even Mom joined in the kusomizing by stitching tuck-and-roll door panels for it. It deserved to be on the cover of Rod and Custom, I was sure of it. But the grinding and kick-back of that second gear throw finally made a first-to-third-gear shift necessary, and the worn out old flathead really had to struggle with that maneuver. It was time to move on.

Besides, by this time my lust had begun to shift from R&C to the more enticing images found in Car and Driver and Road and Track. Sports cars had entered my consciousness and sports cars were what life was all about.

And in the spring of 1966 I was welcomed home from my freshman year at Miami U by a TR-3 parked in our driveway. Dad had come through again.

TR-3s are known not only for their low cut doors, long phallic hood with bulging eyeball headlights and a grinning grill, but also for keeping you warm in the summer, cold in the winter and wet in the rain. What I remember is the fun of driving a really cool sports car. But there was a downside to this particular TR-3; the embarrassment of driving a purple car. A purple car with purple seats and a white top and sidecurtains. And white walls. Obviously it was girl’s car, and was an affront to the new-found masculinity of an 18 year old Pall Mall smoking, 3.2-beer drinking macho guy. And there was the abuse I had to endure at my summer job, where I worked at (no, below) the lowest rung of the ladder with the seriously under-educated and un-cultured masses in the pits of the Republic Steel furnaces. Imported cars were not welcome, especially a funny little purple one with a white tonneau cover that served as a magnet to all the black soot belching out of the open hearth smoke stacks.


Embarrassment, redneck harassment and a desire for the luxury of roll-up windows, along with the 3’s need for major front end work soon had me trading it in on a new Spitfire. The Spitfire was a new model offered by Triumph to compete with the AH Sprite and the MG Midget. It quickly outnumbered them. To own one I took on my first Car Payment Book. I was in that car night and day, in millions of fast TSD rallys and even a track day. Because I felt like Sterling Moss I had a roll bar installed and took off the windshield.

66 SpitfireDad pointed out that I had argued to buy the Spitfire because it was more civilized than the TR3. It even had roll up windows so why would I want to strip it of its windshield and make a new car look old? He didn’t understand the psyche of someone who would be the next Dan Gurney. The only time I regretted owning the Spitfire was the day I found a 1950 something Porsche 356 for sale for only $800. It wasn’t the Spitfire I regretted, what I regretted was the Car Payment Book that was keeping me broke. A 356 for $800! I had to pass it up. Do you have any idea what even a beater 356 sells for today?


My love of cars and art have come together to produce The Metropolis Series of sports cars and collectable cars in a variety of settings. The Metropolis Poster Series is intended to provide a nostalgic look back in history to capture the flavor of scenes, events and lifestyles of the past, with no intent to suggest sponsorship, endorsement or other relationship with any particular company, location, product, service, event, organization or trademark. Any similarity between the persons depicted in the posters and actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. I hope you like the posters as much as I enjoyed producing them. They are all original designs with hand produced art work, and each poster is individually signed by the artist.

Bob Maurer, Artist

Memberships include Porsche Club of America, North Coast Triumph Association, Triumph Register of America, Vintage Volkswagen Club of America and Northcoast Miata Club.


Quality architectural illustrations and renderings are provided with personalized service by working closely with the client.

My illustrations are made using a variety of traditional media:
watercolors, pen and ink and mixed media.

Illustrations are provided to the client in high resolution digital format, or as hardcopy, matted and shrink wrapped.

My love of architecture and art are brought together in illustrations that will  show your project in its best light.


Ohio Watercolor Society: Signature Member since 2001. This is one of the most challenging and prestigious state wide watercolor societies in the U.S.  It is a juried membership of high quality artwork.

Whiskey Painters of America:   Membership in this juried group is limited to only 160 artists in the U.S.  Artwork to be shown at WPA exhibits can be no larger than 4”x5” and must use whiskey as the paint medium; whiskeycolors.

... be what we are, and become what we are capable of becoming....  --Robert Louis Stevenson