Whispers

The enraptured description of a place can hold more allure that an actual visitation. From the mists of memory a distillation occurs; a repetition of certain experiences to the exclusion of others creates and idyll. So it is with Tasmania for me, as I have not had the pleaser of visiting recently. Memories of the wilderness are bold and mobile in my mind.

Jason Cordero

2013

Oil on linen