Saturday, September 18, 2010


I like hands. The way they comfort and control. I also like family photographs and the way they are both real and pretend. I like smiles when someone is posing for a picture, they try to be real.
I have been thinking a lot lately about my childhood and I realize that there are so many different versions. The version in photographs, the version told to me, the version I remember (which is hard to separate from the first two). It is strange to look at your childhood as an adult because you can't help but see it through knowing eyes and that again is another variation. My favorite version was living it and the way I saw it then and that version is my core, and I try to protect it from the others. I don't want it to go away.


  1. And I like how you draw hands!
    I'm so happy to see that you are so busy with your work. It looks fantastic!
    I miss you too Aris!