The Foal III Painting

Self-portrait inspired by black and white photo of my early childhood. Memento. Sometimes time mocks at us. Do we actually remember what happened then? Or this is just something we have been told about so many times? Or maybe it has happened to someone else. Or maybe we remember somebody else’s life experience. Actually, it’s not time to be blamed. Maybe some photo has triggered a stream of memories. A message written in invisible ink or lemon juice. And they come up in a certain time at the moment you need them. It is if you felt the fluttering of humming bird… and… you start to remember. ...In fact, I was told that The Foal was yellow. But I can’t remember it. It might have been another one. “Come out of the water right now, you’ll get sick” – it is what I remember very well and the only thing is that I’m not absolutely sure that it belongs to the same moment. What I’m not only sure about it is that The Foal wasn’t mine at all and the child I gave it back to uninflated, got furious.