As I child, I sometimes watched my father paint. He would use strips of illustration board instead of brushes to make thick swaths of paint to create his landscapes. I must’ve imprinted on this, because paintings where you can see the brushstrokes are always my favorites.
Here I’m using camera movement, slow exposures and the occasional foggy day to get near the looseness of a brushstroke. This feels both new and nostalgic to me. The departure from photographs with sharply-defined focus puts me in touch with my younger, more daydreamy self and a sense of home.