This is a painting of an old friend I haven’t spoken with in years. The wood is an appropriate surface because my memories are frozen like wood, like rings on a tree. Wood can also look alive when it’s beautifully polished, so much that we forget it’s just dead material. The life is in the tree as it stands, not the wood, not the rings.

2005

Acrylic on wood, 16″ x 20″

$300