Sometimes, a single touch — is enough.
To remember.
To reconnect.
To not forget who you were — before you became someone.

These works are not reduced versions.
They are imprints. Traces.

Fragments of presence, preserved in the small.
Not parts of a whole — but whole in a single point.

I don’t make many of them.
I don’t reproduce — I give form to what sometimes returns.
Like a gaze.
Like breath.
Like warmth in the chest that cannot be explained, only recognized.

These paintings don’t tell stories.
They don’t call.
They simply are — an invitation to carry a part of the field with you.

This is not painting as an object.
It is alive.
And if you feel it — you know.

© Author’s note for the artwork «Angel A. Collector’s Series»