It began with candlelight. I was sitting alone one evening, watching the flickering light set the shadows moving on the wall, and my mind began to drift.
Over the years there have been relationships that lasted months, relationships that lasted years, and one that lasted more than two decades. One memory led to another. What began as a thought about one relationship became something wider — different rooms, different years, different people. Each one brought something. Each one left something.
The painting grew out of those memories. Not just the relationships themselves, but the traces they leave: the warmth, the colour, the particular energy that certain people give a life.
The memories that linger are not of the end. They never are.