This painting was named after a song called "Eastern Sunrise" by an artist called Skekz. It is a meditative, sensual piece of music that moves slowly like water. As I listened, I felt my body respond with that same fluid grace, vertebrae by vertebrae, like a quiet dance with time.
The music conjured the image of a temple wall, aged and softened by layers of moss clinging to plaster and stone. The first light of sunrise begins to warm its surface. At first, the wall is still cool from the night, but the sun's embrace gradually spreads across it-slowly, steadily, lovingly. I have always been drawn to age-to the beauty that time impresses upon a surface. In this painting, I explore that through layers. Each translucent veil of colour is like a whisper from the past. As you look closer, you catch glimpses of what came before-remnants of earlier forms and stories, still present beneath what has taken shape today. Time doesn't erase. It reveals.
Beeswax, damar resin, dry pigments and shellac on cradled wood panel
