Statement

I collect quiet moments.
The kind that pass most people by, completely unnoticed.

A man on a bench.
A mother longing to be somewhere else.
A businessman dropping a glove as he runs for the train.

Ordinary things that happen all the time, everywhere, without anyone noticing or reflecting on them.

But I see them.

I hold on to them. I enlarge them. And I paint them carefully, over hundreds of hours, in my studio where no one is watching.

There, I paint the mother’s gaze, the grocery bags in her hands, the child with a runny nose. I paint every feeling into each brushstroke. To show that I know how it feels.

The lone glove on the platform.
Did it ever find its way home again?
Who cares about it now?

Who, besides me?