I Can’t Hear You (2020)
While growing up in La Jolla, my favorite place to visit on the weekends was the beach. My father would tell me that if I were to hold a seashellup to my ear, I would be able to hear the waves that were captured within the shell’s inside. At such an age, I would believe this and would take the seashells home to keep the memories of the ocean inside of the shell. However, as I grew older, began to lose this sense of imagination as I realized that the echos are indeed not the sounds of the ocean, but the trapped air inside. In this painting, I wanted to recall this special memory of my childhood and the pure fascination that exists within children - it is truly soemthing special and a feeling I hope to remember no matter how old I become.Acrylic on canvas
