Alice Walker of The Color Purple fame said one time that anyone who survived childhood had a book in her. The same could be said of other arts beside writing: One "re-members" a person or event, cut off long ago by the passage of time, through music or visual images or whatever.
In painting the piece posted, I remembered my father whom I lost when I was a young child. We had many adventures on our walks together, one being visits to the park nearby with a natural, bubbling spring that fed a swimming pool and rushing stream. We would stare into the pool, a clear, seemingly bottomless hole surrounded by algae-covered rocks, and he would talk to me about the phenomenon of hot springs and life-giving algae, and I was quite fascinated--fascinated enough to have committed the experience to memory.
This is where the painting gets its title. I hoped to present this luminous spring as we knelt before it, as well as the love I had for this man and our time together. It is a product of memory.
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