Recently, two of my older paintings came home after a friend was moving out of her apartment and could not keep them. Having the canvases here again is a bit like seeing old friends. In the paintings I remember, fondly, another time, and I see how, though different from my newer works, the earlier ones most certainly inform the latter compositions.
Although it is difficult to imagine making the same paintings again today, it is also difficult to imagine today's work without the earlier pieces and what I learned from making them. At any given time, I think that I am always the most interested in the painting I am working on, but looking back at the older compositions does carry the same depth and delight as seeing an old friend, or like leafing through old pages in a diary.