Recollections of visited spaces are vivid,
rich with texture, sounds, smells, and sentiment
Physically visited space seeds memories.
In the urban environment, spaces encourage us to engage with our culture and with each other but these spaces are fluid.
The spaces, the guardians of your memory anchors, change.
I paint the city because it moves, breaths, grows, it is rich and evolving.
The urban environment strives to be everything to everyone
and in the process, places are lost.
When your anchors are lost, are your memories real?
If real, and if the anchors no longer exist, how long can you remember?
When will you forget to remember?
I paint the city because it bears witness to our lives.
I bear witness to the witness