Hiraeth

I'm sat alone.

Eating, drinking and remembering the good times and places from my past. I've tried to recreate the celebration and community that brought me such joy. Its unreachable, locked in the past. My yearning for those events, locations and people is almost painful. The more I think about it, the more I realise that my memories are not quite right.

Was it ever as I remember it? Do you see what I see? It gets hazier as I contemplate.

I am here alone.

A2 silk screen prints, cast acrylic, wood, household paint, metal, paper.