Steve Meadows

The Steve Meadows Folk Art Gallery housed in a restored 1900s storefront—plus the town’s pioneer history preserved in the 1901 Fife Opera House and reconstructed 1812 Fort LaMotte—regularly reel tourists into Palestine. It’s one of Illinois’ oldest towns, chartered in 1811 and listed on the National Register of Historic Places. Visitors are welcomed by a giant, garbage can-eyed, ironing board-tongued wagging face on the side of a barn at the intersection of Main Street and State Route 33, part of the Lincoln Heritage Trail.

Thirty years ago, Meadows repurposed his architectural and carpentry knowledge earned working in Midwest cities into becoming a self-taught artist creating whimsical works composed of discarded everyday objects. He scavenges materials along river banks, digs through the local dump and drives country roads, hauling his finds in a psychedelic painted van. Old lumber, rusty machinery, bins of silverware and piles of dented pans fill his warehouse, which smells of sawdust and paint. Meadows points out, “There is nothing here of value, but I create from it because I see all kinds of possibilities.”

Like doorknob eyeballs, leaf rake spiky hair and plunger noses on Meadows’ kitchen pan, cartoonish faces. They’re for sale in his gallery displaying repainted found furniture, hand-carved animals, junk-bejeweled hearts and flowers made of fan blades and Jell-O molds.

Artworks are one of a kind, but almost always get the same response. Meadows says, “Most people smile, maybe because they see a new way to look at stuff they use and throw out every day.”

Meadows’ pieces sell well at art shows throughout Illinois and as far away as Oklahoma’s Tulsa International Mayfest and Augusta, Georgia’s Arts in the Heart Festival. Sarah Pierpont, director of Recycle Santa Fe Art Festival, says, “People love Steve’s work because the cast-off things he uses you’d find in New Mexico’s back 40.”

Meadows grew up on a farm in tiny Willow Hill, Illinois. He says, “My dad worked us kids hard, so I can screw this in, pound that out, splash paint all about, go like a mad fool for hours making art and still do laundry, eat at the diner, walk my dog and go fishing for junk all in one day.”