the past echoes in every brushstroke. each piece, each color, each gradation, every mark and scratch made open up portals of the past.
years of moments,. decades pouring into several seconds, replayed and placed back into the vault once again.
different techniques and different aesthetics of a painting are akin to different keys. all opening up memories. many of which we choose to hide from. many that are too overwhelming to keep.
what is always interesting to me, however, is the images being painted, the figures, faces, or whatever, they are never really the memories, never really a dictation, but the essence of all these long gone days seems to embed themselves into every piece.