The beginning of February in New York is a generally gray and soggy period. No coincidence then that several years ago the famed GATES project was installed in Central park in February. We, New Yorkers, are so impatient and so ready to be rid of winter that February is most trying of all months as it teases us with Spring while lashing us with rain, wet snow and a whiplash of daily temperature ranges. We tolerate this month only because we remind ourselves that Spring WILL come and Summer WILL come and we remember the sultry July days when we melt into the city's pavements...
And so it was February when I returned to my thoughts of Memory and Memories. Two of my grandparents have and are suffering from Alzheimer's and I often wonder what reality must be like to them. How and why do they remember a particular moment in time but have no recollection of another, just a day away. If we were to draw a diagram of their thoughts, of their memories, what would it be like?
The new paintings in the new Reflections Collection attempt to illustrate just that! It's a visual representation of memories and the abstract space they occupy and create within our minds.
I named them Musings of an Old Man. |
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