The seas of Hiroshige cross the canvas in suggestion.
Driftwood bare on a beach on a stormy New Zealand day. It looks like a deer, peaceful but definitely dead.
Scribbles in the sand reappear as technological repetitions and painterly crawlings.
Digital meets the physical mark, imagination meets memory.
Where am I going with this? It is as so…
The contradiction of the weight of loss and hollowness one feels.
The acceptance of what could never be.
Those last few days were difficult. I felt the absence before it had even begun.
