I made this piece when I learned that swans were special to one of my grandparents. It took me a while to come up with the right way to paint it but as I worked the image became more and more clear. I made it with acrylic ink and in the end I felt it looked like a memory. You may be wondering how something could look like a memory but when I remember something its more than one image layered together like a collage. The pieces of different events and lights fuse together… Of their face, or the things they carried with them, of their expressions. Mostly I remember their parting in the end. Like this collage were a story book leading to that moment something vanishes. Sometimes they fade, but I always remember those few pieces and the image of them walking away. Of life changing in their absence, of them becoming nothing but a memory. This piece is like remembering a swan, a swan that was there, that left its feathers and memories before taking to the skies one last time. The Memory of the Swan.