(i was trying to remember the types of trees and moss specifically through my visual memory and the surprise of my brushstrokes): i made this painting as part of a research-creation project reflecting on recollection of my visits to the forest sites where i’ll be listening and observing this summer (in this case, hoover lake, mission, british columbia). i’m trying to understand what i know about the public spaces in my hometown and why. what else could i know? what does my body know?

note: when i go back to the painting, i’ll fill the turns and spaces with surreal and psychedelic tangents; i can see some of those starting to force their way up through the cracks already, like the old plank road refracting itself in the bottom left corner