I have been thinking recently about traces and marks of myself and my identity in my works. Also after weeks of reading historic novel I have been thinking about time and our inner and outer prints which we will leave behind one day. Our inner and outer artifacts, tracks and signs of our existence. What would it be? In the world full of constantly developing technologies, in the world when living without electronic devices seems to be impossible those days. What we will leave behind? My inner and outer artifacts will be memories, photographs, things which I made, collected and found like those shells from Port Seton and the other ones picked in the North of Scotland.
|Port Seton (watercolour)|