These small black and white paintings are not descriptive, they are rather an exposing of a memory and a questioning of our ability to remember and connect ourselves fully to time and history. They are sketches of possible encounters. Not an accurate retracing of a place or an attempt to describe the details in a room. What matters is that the paintings combine an idea of time with the idea of a place.
The portrayal of private rooms and public squares. Cameras, fences, the design of stairs and hallways in train stations. The tools to manipulate, watch and guard the public. Security cameras that observe with no indication of what becomes of the captured image. My observing becomes captured as a painted image. Observations repeated endlessly, a game that has a serious bitterness to it.
