I had just gotten married, packed up my Boston studio and returned to live in the same village I had lived in, when on the Fulbright Grant in 1996/98. We lived in a rustic "house of character" with a lovely garden brimming with flowers, fruit trees, grapevine trellises and a grand old walnut tree. Typical of this village, the yard was enclosed by stone walls capped with russet ceramic shingles.
The first winter was a particularly harsh one. Our living space was tiny and heated by a wooden stove. We squeezed in the garden table to double as my work surface and our dinner table.
These paintings on paper were made during that first winter 2005/2006 on that garden table peering through a half shuttered window into an arena of comings and goings, passages of snowfalls and snow-melts, fleeting strains of balkan music and snatches of conversations collecting and dispersing and, of course, the whispers of ghosts and memories.
Images above: 9" x 7.5" (inches)
Images below: 7.5" x 9" (inches)