The Long Reflection of the Present
I am thinking back on that time when I made all these paintings. It wasn’t just one time, but they are grouped now by the position I have now in regards to them: they are the past, through which all things seem to be in a continuum, and I am in the present.
I am photographing them, remembering what they meant to me while I was making them. How could I forget when there must have been a time (a single moment) when each one meant everything to me! In one flow of days (that perhaps spilled into weeks), this one naked woman made of acrylic paint was a beauty I was trying to recreate from what could be memory mixed with longing. I can’t remember a thing about it now (not one wish that fueled the drive for this one piece), but it was strong apparently, because it carried me forward to the end, where I deemed it finished. I gloated, and then on to the next.
I will be using their photographs as if they represent my present work, and in a sense, they do because they are the latest that I have shown, but if I am photographing them, it means they have nothing to do with what I am doing now.