What Carries Us
âThere are fragments of my life that I do not want to lose, if only because I still have not found the knot to tie them up with.â Tan Twan Eng, The Garden of Evening Mists
Part of a series I called Storycatcher, this painting evokes memories of childhood riding my blue Schwinn bike for block after block in our subur. It was my first form of transportation and gave me immeasurable freedom. But of course, transportation or transporting can take many forms and the physical, literal is only one method.