LOSS

or Why does remote childhood mold so much the shape of our minds but always remain beyond the reach of memory?

Made from pastel, wax crayon, gel markers, children’s paints, recycled paintbrushes, garbage, concrete, sand, studio debris, oil, acrylic, damar, uv archival spray.

I wanted to make a piece about the strange remoteness of childhood in the mind of the adult. Using children's materials like wax crayons, student pastels and fingerpaints I lacquered and embellished a crust of sand, concrete and sedimented studio debris swept up off the workshop floor. Repeatedly sanded, corroded and dissolved in acetone, the surface became a living primordial surface, flecked hairs and brush fibres. Enigmatic and reflective, a visual koan meant to kick off deep remembering.

36" x 36"
Private Collection.