The expiring art of painting and the emerging digital aesthetic allow
me to go backward and forward at the same time culling images from my
mind and my experience-my inherited memory of images as I review them
in the present.
Inherited memories are alluring and more compelling than those that
develop experientially.
There is a genetic past that wants expression--attention-and it finds
its way into a perverse sensation of memory.
Not the voices of our ancestors but I believe their very memories too
precious to relinquish at death and too valuable to the universe to
dissipate they inspire a sensation of memory and weave their way into
the fabric of our lives through a comfortable albeit fabricated familiarity.