Oil and digital print on panel
15 cm x 110 cm
I am always curious about how a location can hold a memory, a meaning, full of associations and emotional pull. Someone drew me a map to this hilltop, noting that “you can swing on the ski lifts, during the summer, and they won’t kick you off.” Following the map—you can see it collaged into the painting—I found the right hill, and then let both empathy and imagination flow. The hill overlooks an “edge of the world” space, where sprawling urbanity and rural zones meet. A subdivision under development reminded me of Bosch’s strange burning cities. The fireworks are both celebration and immolation, as the improbable lifts rise to meet them.