
Is a polaroid not the perfect visual medium on which to paint a memory? Free of lucidity – soft, imperfect and abstract. Created in the moment, born in a way which doesn’t impose on the moment itself, slowly forming over time from a hazy mist into something treasured – gently fading with the passage of time, inviting the mind to fill in the cracks with nostalgia and sentiment.
Kent/Offline, 2024
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