This painting is less about mapping a place exactly and more about the way a landscape stays with us.
From above, the river winds through layers of fields, roads, neighbourhoods and open land, but the details begin to soften and overlap. Some areas feel clear while others disappear into colour and line — much like memory itself.
I wanted to keep the looseness in this piece. There is something nostalgic in the faded marks, the unexpected colour and the imperfect boundaries. It feels like looking back at a familiar place and remembering the feeling of it more than every exact detail.
The Way I Remember It is about the landscapes we carry with us — changed slightly by time, distance and memory, but still deeply familiar.
This painting is less about mapping a place exactly and more about the way a landscape stays with us.
From above, the river winds through layers of fields, roads, neighbourhoods and open land, but the details begin to soften and overlap. Some areas feel clear while others disappear into colour and line — much like memory itself.
I wanted to keep the looseness in this piece. There is something nostalgic in the faded marks, the unexpected colour and the imperfect boundaries. It feels like looking back at a familiar place and remembering the feeling of it more than every exact detail.
The Way I Remember It is about the landscapes we carry with us — changed slightly by time, distance and memory, but still deeply familiar.
