LOSS

or Why does remote childhood mold so much the shape of our minds but always remain beyond the reach of memory?

Private Collection
3' x 3' - 2020
Made from pastel, wax crayon, gel markers, children’s paints, recycled paintbrushes, garbage, concrete, sand, studio debris, oil, acrylic, damar, uv archival spray.

I wanted to make a piece about the strange remoteness of childhood in the mind of the adult. Using children's materials like wax crayons, student pastels and fingerpaints I lacquered and embellished a crust of sand, concrete and sedimented studio debris swept up off the workshop floor. Repeatedly sanded, corroded and dissolved in acetone, the surface became a living primordial surface, flecked hairs and brush fibres. Enigmatic and reflective, a visual koan meant to kick off deep remembering.