Childhood memories become like faded fragments - some real, some imagined, but fitted together into an odd personal logic. Discarded concrete pipes, an old cart, best mates, that girl . . . all in the shadow of the housing estate, overlooked and yet we were, in the other sense, overlooked, and left to create our own worlds.
The bleached-out monochrome is somewhere between an over-exposed photograph and that near-halicinatory memory; the layers of colour like the graffiti we were surrounded by, some in three-dimensional space, and some right upfront on the picture plane.
Highest quality artists' oil paint.
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Childhood memories become like faded fragments - some real, some imagined, but fitted together into an odd personal logic. Discarded concrete pipes, an old cart, best mates, that girl . . . all in the shadow of the housing estate, overlooked and yet we were, in the other sense, overlooked, and left to create our own worlds.
The bleached-out monochrome is somewhere between an over-exposed photograph and that near-halicinatory memory; the layers of colour like the graffiti we were surrounded by, some in three-dimensional space, and some right upfront on the picture plane.
Highest quality artists' oil paint.
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This artwork is sold by Andrew McNeile Jones from United Kingdom