I had a phase where I really got into still life paintings. This began when I realized that these mundane objects could have actual meaning attributed to them. I pieced together this paradigm shift from an article I read in Janson, and a plaque I read at a museum. Soon, it changed my whole outlook on art all together.
It took me back to the long walks with my mom through the halls of the De Young/legion of honor and transformed my memories into something more than they had been –something mysterious and scandalous. I don’t know much about this still life, but looking at it caused me to remember all that I love about art, and surprise, and the creativity of the human mind.