05/25/2023
• Portrait in time — portrait of memories •
Sometimes I wonder, why do we paint? Why do we want to listen to a song, feel urged to journal or make a post?
When I was little, I used to sit down at my desk at the end of the day everyday with a piece of music on, and just listen to the music and let the memories of the day emerge to the fore of my mind. I wouldn’t normally have a particular theme or topic, but sitting there and letting myself be in to the space the music created, I would feel like putting my pencil down to the notebook at some point.
This was the case for me with this project, Lavenders for Veronica. I had picked up a couple skeins of yarn from a boutique sale, in a kaleidoscope of colours that sounded like music. It was too special for me to use in just any project, and once I sat with it in my hands, just touching it, I let my eyes and mind wander.
Eventually I wanted to create something vivid and textural, something that could show off the many dimensions to the colours it contained. I remembered back in Korea, when I was about 11, walking through a lilac cove on my school campus with my mother. Then about fifteen years after that, going out to a European ‘village’ here in Toronto with my parents on Mother’s Day, with my mom in a beautiful beige skirt suit with a pot of purple flowers in her hands that my father and I had gotten her.
They are beautiful memories, and I will never forget the smell, the summer sun shining through the vines leaving bright light particles between the filigree of leafy shadows. The happy bustle of a Sunday afternoon in the village, flower stands, fruits and people under the awnings. Gentle clinks of silverware mixed into happy murmurs of people in restaurants with the fronts opened. How we could just exist in that moment, in our environment, happy to be experiencing something outside of us, together.
These are some of the memories that the colours conjure up for me. I have not been able to gift it to the muse but that’s ok — I think of it more as a portrait of us, of my memory of her.
Lavenders for Veronica arrives this weekend to you. 🪻💜💙🎶