This weekend I went to visit my brother and his partner, who is pregnant. We stayed with them, who live in a small town near Vicenza, above an ancient distillery. It always strikes me how life truly is a continuous surprise, like a continuous line that never stops moving forward. I find my brother’s journey, its history, very represented in this work on the parking lot. A great American artist, William Congdon, said that “authentic art opens a wound, it is an adventure of the gaze that never ends”. The wounds that one carries on their shoulders are important baggage for growth, and in my painting the lines of the parking lots are like horizons, where you go into from time to time, following the hatches.
Happy Monday and good week everyone!