From your wardrobe, have you ever chosen a shirt in which the aroma of another’s cologne still lingers? I love that moment; my mind zips back to a wordless past, while my body stands in the closet fumbling with buttons. When I return from a trip I live happily in this kind of collapsed time, as the memories of the place I have left rise to the surface and slowly evaporate.
I’ve been home now for 6 months and the details of the New Zealand landscape have dropped out and I’m left with a strong memory of great volumes of air bounded by steep mountains on which cloud shadows move across their vertical plane. Panoramas are so thrilling, and so difficult to represent; maybe it’s folly to even try. Nevertheless, I’ve been thumbing through photographs, sketches and color studies to recount the grandness of the New Zealand landscape in my New York studio.