“You have to find that place that brings out the human in you, the soul in you, the love in you”
I’ve always collected things, I get it from my Dad. He collected train tickets, some from over sixty years ago. As objects in your hand they are proof of having journeyed somewhere, mostly around Ireland, some of them with a bicycle, some with children, some even with a dog (accompanied by passenger). Some are marked as special journeys, some are single journeys others are returns.
To me they represent returning in my mind to places I’ve been to. Where the bigger paintings are all actual places, these train tickets are return journeys, so familiar as memories of places; days at the beach, family hikes, layered with low skies, weathered texture and the feelings you get from being present in a place.
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