memory.present Painting

We live the present, but each moment become the time in our memory. Is there anything we can be affirmative of in the moments of time? If there is, what would that be? I become even less mature than a premature baby and follow the path, not even knowing where it is leading me. I wander in myself due to the anxiety of existence, anxiety of relationships, distrust of others, and excess affection or abuse of myself. Memory reminds me of anxiety and fixes anxiety in the present. I can’t live the present and crawl into memory within memory. New work is my pursuit of anxiety, compassion, and the connection between memory and the present. The wish to live the present without denying the memory. The wish to accept the present within memory. But I still feel anxious. The wish to be forgiven. The wish to carry the burden for something. It is my confession of my anxiety that still lingers in my heart.