The series of portraits I produced last year have profound personal meaning for me. They were a poignant reflection upon the transience of human life. As I developed photos of my ancestors in the dark room from old family negatives, the images resonated with me. Although the subjects were dead in reality, they breathed some kind of life afresh through the photographs. I began to paint the same image many times. Each painting assumed a different persona as I did. I thought of it in terms of "resurrecting"; attributing to this being a new lease of life in art world or speculating upon what her character could have been. I see her as hovering between a state of life and death.
I am glad that they have a good home now with Frank, a lovely man who bought them, and who lets me visit the paintings and him whenever I like.
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