In the forest of memory

In the forest of memory

In the forest of memory

In the forest of memory

In the forest of memory

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Magic Fingers, 100 × 150 cm, oil on canvas, 2018

I want you to meet my ghosts. They are the people closest to me, the places dearest to me. They are always present. We coexist side by side in our daily routine.

My mother passed away but I sense and feel her presence. She walks behind me. But I can no longer see her… I paint her the way I remember her; from images engraved in my memory. I want to capture them and don’t let them vanish… Painting is my way of mourning.

I called this exhibition The Forest of Memories.
Entering the woods you access the images stored in my mind. Tell me what you see?

The moments captured in my paintings are familiar to me thanks to the photographs. To recall them I have to recreate them from a scratch. I am in control. I make people and places immortal. They become captured in the moment. I make my presence by looking at the past. I imagine being there. I try to make my images as genuine as possible; but they stay subjective, they intertwine with my feelings and memories. My paintings are symbolic and sacral to me.

My mind is in chaos; I paint to make an order. I reincarnate the past with the pain of my loss. To escape the reality I enter the woods; my memory of moments and details. I pick them like flowers. I am in a trans; I contemplate the nature of time. I paint to stop the time that passed. I paint to recall what I have come to know. Doing so I am an observer of human evanescence. I am building up an Alter to kneel in front of. I dedicate it to those who I have loved the most. I am searching for them all over again in the woods of my remembrance. I am climbing the trees of moments, trying to go beyond. What are we the most afraid of? Loosing? Being? Progressing? Staying in one place? Dying? I am the most afraid of the passage of time. It’s my obsession to fight it. All what happened imprints the present. There is no beginning, and there is no end. I document that. Now for a brief moment imagine wandering in the woods. Do you see that little girl? Stay with me, do you see your own forest of memories?

In the forest of memory, 160 × 200 cm, oil on canvas, 2015
Magic Fingers, 100 × 150 cm, oil on canvas, 2018
Magic Fingers, 100 × 150 cm, oil on canvas, 2018
Magic Fingers, 100 × 150 cm, oil on canvas, 2018
Magic Fingers, 100 × 150 cm, oil on canvas, 2018
Magic Fingers, 100 × 150 cm, oil on canvas, 2018