Mr. Macintosh was the first framer I met when I began my art career. I was introduced to him by members of the Southwest Artists organization as a gentleman who had quality frames at reasonable prices.
A visit to his Frankfort Avenue location proved to be very interesting. He was an “old school” framer that I respected for his skill and knowledge of using time and materials. I was surprised that he used a hand-held glass cutter and not a wall model that could be drawn down with one stroke.
He demonstrated the scoring action and snapped off the glass piece with precision gained after many years of practice.
His sense of humor caught me off guard while I was standing in line at his front counter waiting for my turn to pick up an ordered frame.
He kept a straight face as he spoke to his customer and glancing at me out of the corner of his eye, “Artists are a dime a dozen!”
I answered his comment with a laugh because he knew without us artists, he would be out of a job.