Monday, April 20, 2009
Sunday eve doodling
What are memories?- but moments upon moments of the past buried deeply away in our minds. Some stand out alone like continents on a world map while others are like islands scattered across the ocean, miles of gaps in between them. I personally enjoy those moments of frozen time that are difficult to get to, because after all, nothing beats a private island with some good friends.
This painting, although unintentional at the time brings back many memories, some painful, some joyous. I suppose I could say I'm on a shaky canoe sometimes, but what's wrong with getting wet once in a while.