Luckily my parents took several pictures of this trip. I remember these images from family slide shows. The memory of the photographs and the actual memories of my experience are now indistinguishable. Recently I've begun a series of paintings based on these old slides. I am drawn to these photos through a personal connection. But the other element that draws me to these photos are the strangers randomly captured on film some forty years ago. What were they thinking and where are they now? They have no idea I have been studying their singular gestures on one random day in Madrid.
This painting is called "Celebrating with Franco". The young girl in the foreground with the yellow coat is the same age I was at the time. I look back at her across a chasm of space and time, and wonder if she is making gazpacho tonight like I am.