Painting Chronicles: "I Remember Your Touch"

I remember how it felt when you touched me. I remember how it will feel when you touch me. Whomever you were, are, or end up being---I will always remember your touch.

"I Remember Your Touch" | Water color and acrylic on canvas board | born June 29, 2025

This painting expresses the memory of a memory. A not so distant memory, to be fair, but an experience of touch where enough time has passed to invite reflection about what it is I am actually remembering.

Do I remember your touch, or what I thought your touch was?

Do I miss your touch, or what I wanted your touch to be?

Whose touch am I missing? Your touch, or the touch of God?

...I do miss your touch, though. I'd be lying if I claimed otherwise.

I guess I remember what I remember. And even that memory will change with time.

But for then and now, your touch lives as a memory. A new touch will inevitably emerge. The memory is already changing. Four months after the first remembering, when this piece was born, the painting has already taken on an expended meaning as I myself change and call in *The Touch* that blazes its way into the depths of my soul. I remember the experience of what it will be like to be touched by you. I can already feel it, as if my cells remember from a place where time and space don't exist; the place where our love and our souls originated, defying all the laws of nature - or perhaps born of the very essence of those laws. And as I remember your touch, and what I thought it was,

I also remember your touch, and what it will be. I remember your touch, what is is, and always has been.

I Remember Your Touch.

I cannot wait to be set alight by your fingertips---by the touch that ignites the sun at the core of my being and lights the universe of my soul on fire. Until then, I'll remember.

I Remember Your Touch.