A response to painting in our digital world.
It seems a novelty, and yet nothing is new anymore Nothing but replication that allows forgetfulness Eliciting within us yearnings of its own making I continue to lose, and find myself again. I disconnect with the realities in which they may connect A reminder that there is still some room for friction and play, Not simply a passive response, but for a dialogue to reflect. For, there’s something very abstract and fantastic About something that cannot be experienced in a tangible way, That intangible barrier Importunes for a sense of touch Into the language of tactile sensation I harness this, reminding myself this is where I stay. Rooted within a material intimacy Aura, as Walter Benjamin put it. Delaying the pace, Creating a space, and time to think. Reminds me that although it is an awkward place I sit, Technology is not total. Yasmine Robinson