This is a painting I’ve never seen — which is to say:
My mother and I were supposed to go to Madagascar on a special trip together. We never made it so I painted this to make up for the exotic tropical birds and their exceptional plumage we didn’t see.
Nonetheless I wanted a memento of our trip because insofar as the trip never happened, it did happen. We planned, we dreamed, we envisioned. The journey my mother and I took was extraordinary. The memories of our trip never taken would fade no more or less than the time I spent with my mother planning our Madagascar trip. Perhaps this should be called Memories of Madagascar.
Or perhaps, this flurry of colour is our itinerary. It’s not too late to book a ticket. I think I’ll go pack.