Encaustic Wax, Oil Pastel, Ink, Charcoal and Found Items
9 x 7.5 x .25"
Preservation of a fall day.
Memory is impure, it fades, changes and can be incorrect. This fact explains why two people can remember the same event in such different ways. All memories hold different kinds of power, even those that seem to be ridiculous. Experiencing snippets of someone else’s past can unlock pieces of your own. It creates a small reminder to remember and appreciate the moments you have experienced and to share them with those who wish to hold onto them. Through painting, I attempt to preserve my personal experience, my narrative, and my history by sharing them in an exhibition that speaks to the poetic.