Fire Scenes
What makes a painting worth doing? It was winter and I needed to stay warm. We kept making fires. There are skips and jumps that stretch and make less sense as a blink becomes a whole room; but then there’s all the nights spent camping, spent trying to stay warm, looking at your friends, looking to pass the time. And maybe the scene is quick, it’s a half a second, it’s blink and you miss it, but now it’s material, its marks on canvas that are an object in this room, solid and stable. A memory you can hold, a shadow you can touch. The paintings are here so that the time doesn’t slip through my fingers. But it needs to be a little bit tearing at the seams.
