Remenisence,  2003 collage

Remenisence,  2015 mixed media on plexiglass
 

If I had known then that this image would leave such a large impression on my current and future work, I might have chosen a more congenial or fathomable visual. Yet, reality works differently.

 

During one of my assignments in 2003, I accepted the challenge to trigger images from childhood with my audience. 

 

If you as a child see an image of a slender and dark young man in the prime of his life, it is not surprising that this image in your mind remains unchanged during the years to come. A child is not aware of the trace of time. For me this memory formed, like a bolt out of the blue, when I was twelve years old. He had grey instead of black locks, wrinkles where his dimples used to be, and no, not a six-pack. 

 

It’s a given.

 

No space you enter is the same as when you left it.

No place you every visited is the same as you remember it.

No touch you experienced and thought you understood, will ever feel the same. 

 

Every little change transforms your perception.

 

So I question, how could you ever know for sure that your memories are a true reflection of the reality that lies underneath? 

How can you know for sure, if you cannot even remember how the door you just entered looks like? 

Like this space, this now, this reality, it will also get its wrinkles. 

And just like that, everything is always as new. 
Marvellous.