All in a Row

Oil on panel, 6" x 6"

Here's a mini I did in the fall on a trip to San Francisco and only now got framed up.

It's a row of small eucalyptus trees I found between a road and a park, having gotten lost on a walk.

For some reason the shadow cast by a railing and the amputated branch, in that light, spoke to my mood at the moment.

But the scene doesn't depict precisely how I was.

That's the freaky thing about painting, about spending time with something and really taking it in. Agonizing a bit.

The important thing is that later, even much later, the finished work serves as a touchstone, in some sense irrelevant of what it was meant to depict. It revives, so that seeing the work again transports you back to that déjà vu feeling, like a teleporter of the emotional memories.

I look upon this small piece and the way the light was, the noise of cars and an airplane overhead, the slight tinge of citrus in the air, how hungry I was starting to get, and the sweat that couldn't decide what to do on my brow in the mix of sun and breeze and it all comes flooding back.

A photo, especially a digital photo, will never work the same. It's too easy. Not enough of the senses are engaged and so the memory paths aren't formed.

Call me bananas but the way I see it, if you want to forget, take a photo; if you want to remember, sketch, or write, or sing.

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