This work is significant in scale and inspired by the last year of my father's life. He lost his eyesight over two years ago. While caring for him, I'd ask him to describe or correspond through hands movements and language what he saw, the shapes and colors. Through this dialog, I've started creating the visual memories of my father's lost world. 

I want the viewer to embrace this artwork as an opportunity to see through another person's eyes, empty their thoughts, and mind into a place of quiet stillness.

Optics | Acoustics

Optics

Acoustics


Sight unto itself is unique. When perfect vision becomes impaired and dissolves into blurred structures and undefined edges, does it affect established memories of objects, home and place? Do the blurred contours of life meld and wash over time-worn memories of objects and place?
 
Freshly opened and squinting eyes reveal a world taking shape as loosely defined shapes of color and light inform our lives giving us meaning, distraction, joy and pain. These visual boundaries build over time to allocate language, love and kindness. This body of work speaks to the separate, shared and unique connection sight has to memory.



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Doug Winter