Faded memories Ⅱ

Artist’s Note

When I close my eyes, memories sometimes come back to me.
I don’t know where they were or what they were.
No matter how hard I try to connect them, I can’t remember.
Maybe it was a lakeside in the late fall rain.
Maybe it was graffiti on the wall of an old building.
Most of it has faded from memory,

but fragments of color and form remain, still commanding me to remember.