“This isn’t WHAT I actually saw but what you end up remembering isn’t always the same as what you have witnessed.”

“A few incidents that have grown into anecdotes to some approximate memories which time has deformed into certainty.”

“If I can’t be sure of the actual events anymore I can at least be true to the impressions those facts left.”

  Julian Barnes – The sense of an ending

My recent interests explore the poignancy and fallibility of memory in paintings and other art works. Seeking to temper sentimentalism and pathos I have attempted to construct fragments of a sometimes shared history from a mutated past. The results in some ways point at the essence of who we think we are. The past and the future only exist now and we experience this ‘now’ in a construct of time that is similarly distorted and malleable at the level of existence.