This line is often the first sentence in a message of a friend making a bridge to one of the artworks, through an image or being somewhere in the world. I thought it would be nice to post them in a blog.
The effort of my friends to share that unexpected moment with me is touching: two images sliding over each other, one of the gaze and one of the memory, being an impression of the work, lingered in the memory but also present.
Over the years it has become a cool collection, from the passage under the Rijksmuseum to a bus in Japan, from a clothes basket in Indonesia to a fireplace in Scotland and The Jackson 5 in The Guardian.
Although it is a general feeling of a stored motif or image I have placed a work next to it