“The surface of things gives enjoyment, their interiority gives life.” – Piet Mondrian
Thirty-nine years ago, a finger pressed down firmly and halted a life…a moment in one’s life. A passing instance forever resigned and confined inside the edges of a square photograph.
Shadowy. Out of focus. Imbalanced.
And yet…under the surface, tucked in the corners, and veiled in the shadows…fully illuminated, crystal clear, and properly balanced.
A memory maker. A story creator. A daydream weaver.
Thirty-nine years ago, a finger pressed down firmly as a life…my life…was just getting underway. And may this perfectly imperfect work of art forever give me joy and give me life.