All the lives we ever lived
The starting point for these works are the photographs taken by my Grandmother in the 1930’s. She documented day trips and landscapes but also took a series of interiors- light framed by a window. I am painting them while also painting my own domestic spaces nearly 100 years later. The photographs have a sense of waiting, a stillness as well as a feeling of the world on the brink.
The process feels like a conversation and thoughts of genetic memory, shared experiences and solitude come to mind.
“Why didn’t I appreciate it while I had it? Because then, I sometimes think, I hadn’t had it yet. Only what slips through one’s fingers, only what is never expressed in words, has no thoughts, exists completely. That is the price of proximity: you don’t see it. Don’t know that it’s there. Then it is over, then you see it.”
From Autumn by Karl Ove Knausgård
