SILLAGE OF SAFFRON NOON

a dark, leathery, spicy note, with tarred effects and a hint of honey, when the afternoon sunlight hits the leather sofa making it almost too hot to touch and you are drawn to it like a cat carefree and lazy

This abstract-figurative painting was part of the solo show The Room Where I Am Not, inviting you to explore memory's ethereal landscapes and the mind's enigmatic spaces. It delves into the fragmented nature of recollection, where the past dissolves into the shifting currents of time. Memories, fleeting as whispers, blend reality with imagination, blurring boundaries between past and present until familiar spaces are mere echoes.

Amidst this distortion, scents act as anchors, transporting us back to lost moments, threading through time to guide us within our subconscious. This olfactory connection offers hope, restoring forgotten fragments to vivid life.

Through abstraction, this series weaves memory into an intricate tapestry. Join me as we wander through the corridors of the mind, guided by the scent of nostalgia and the whispers of the past. Together, let us unravel the mysteries of memory and behold the beauty of the unseen, in the room where I am not, yet where we all reside.