I've finally got back into the studio. It's been hard to remember what I do when I begin making new work, but these experiments have got me started.
This one makes me think of the way that I drift from reality to memory to fantasy, particularly when alone on a journey.
When I am in a place that I used to know well but haven't been to for a long time, my memory of it is often inaccurate. I remember individual parts, but have lost the connection between them.
Do places remember the past? Do they remember when they were other places? Does a coast-line wish it was a mountain again?
