“Memory is a tough place. You were there. If this is not the truth, it is also not a lie.” – Citizen: An American Lyric
I have become obsessed with painting from memories of memories. These emotionally charged but ambiguous images of places are based on my memories as they get further and further removed from reality. Parts of the landscapes shift and become their own active subject, playing, moving and breaking away.
I paint entirely from memories of places. I take very general mental notes on color and light when outside and take all of these thoughts to the canvas. My goal is to recreate a place I feel I was but can’t quite pinpoint. This is a reaction to my frustration with photographs. I can never capture the color or the feel that I find important in a place. It focuses and highlights the things I don’t want to focus on and leaves out what I think are the most important pieces.
Spending enough time here with what is real and what is not real causes leads to a feeling of déjà vu. Were you there before? It feels real but it is hard to say. Did I just imagine this? These are questions for the viewers as they view the artwork set up from the most realistic to the most fragmented. The landscapes at the end of the line are almost figurative with shapes seeming to float out of the landscape becoming an active character. Strange things happen here in these imagined landscapes.
These paintings are both places and un-places. A memory of a place almost lost. Misremembered. Imagined.