He paints from memory
We talk from memory
He walks across the machair
We walked across the machair
Out to the still & raging seas
Out to the living, breathing sands
Back in his studio
He lets the canvas carry his load
We let his words enter our thoughts
He works from memory
The depths of his unconscious are ravaged
We listen from memory
The depths of our unconscious are sated
His present mood
Reflects our present mood
In the surface tension of the painting
In the surface tension of our conversation
These will be original works of memory
For as Jac says, we say
He is a professional artist
We are his populations
He is a painter
We are the work that found him