Migration
(sold)
I have a feeling I forgot to log out of a folder open since 1988… It has been looking at me since then..
Fall
(70x90cm, acrylics)
When I found that booklet of tickets from 12 years ago with two unused tickets still available.. (for the lack of an expiry date)… it occurred to me that with a simple Deformation Retract I could fold time over and go with my then babies to them swings and swing some more… all the way to that last Sunday when we went to that park. Little did I know that we won’t be going there again, or that those two tickets will remain for ever safely tucked in that booklet in my drawer, the “just in case” one day sometime, maybe drawer.
Sitting on Mesh
(45cmx4mc, acrylics and mesh)
I can imagine what it will be like, the day that Newspaper man dies... People then will remember that they always noticed him. In fact.. when they pass by him every day, they are already editing those tragic passages... and in their mind, they know exactly how he will die. how cold he will be when they find him.. But only She knew that he had a different life. That his kids who live in Australia regularly send him money. That like her, he is a voyeur,living this street life fishing for stories.. that he had remembered everyone's name and life story, that he kept a colorful walking diary... and a colorful memory... that like Her, he was having fun.