This painting serves as a voyage through the corridors of time and memory, a journey that resonates with the familiar, the cherished, and the evocative. At its heart lies a simple premise: the exploration of visual cues that evoke deep-seated emotions within the soul.
As I delved into the canvas, I found myself transported to a vivid recollection of my childhood. I reimagined a scene, an exact moment in time, and through it, I sought to rediscover not only who I once was but also to glimpse the potential of what I, my siblings, and the world around us might become. This retrospective gaze, harking back to a bygone era, became the focal point of this painting.
The guiding force behind this artistic journey is the Fibonacci geometric logarithmic spiral. It weaves a thread, transitioning the representational demonstration into an abstraction, akin to a mesmerizing color field painting. Amidst this swirl of mathematical interplay, the central figure emerges—the babysitter sibling, an entry of the moment.
The wallpaper of my younger brother's bedroom, adorned with images of trains, played an integral role in this narrative. It raised questions, and provoked curiosity about its significance to him. In hindsight, it resonates with the essence of our parents, particularly our father's remarkable journey through the ranks of the railroad industry, his unwavering success, and the abundant care he provided for our family. Through his example, he instilled in us a profound respect for movement, for embracing new experiences and people with humility and acceptance.
Although my younger brother and his faithful dog, along with our parents, stand now as observers from another realm. Their presence to me within the completion of this painting was sacred, a bit metaphysical. This painting is among many in the past few years that are a celebration of the power of composition, designed by geometry, and the harmonious spaces shaped by the Fibonacci sequence. It’s narrative is a glimpse into the layers of time and memory, to create an enduring narrative experienced by myself but I am sure by many of my contemporaries that were also "A Child of the 60’s”.
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