Looking back at this very ancient drawing made by me aged 4, I realised that back then I did understand Conceptual Art. The drawing shows me as a small bridesmaid at my aunt’s wedding. The poor Bridegroom is nowhere to be seen but the Maid of Honour who I remember as very tall with big black hair and a deep red dress dominates. I was afraid of her and you can see me edging away from the group. My feelings of uneasiness sensing the undercurrents, as her daughter had not been chosen as a bridesmaid, are very evident to me in this drawing.
I’m going to search many other old memories and try to recapture the emotions I felt back then and to inject these into paintings. It doesn’t matter if these feelings are clear to the viewer or not as long as the viewer experiences their own reactions,of some sort,to my image.
