Damian Stamer on "A Life, Still"

"I remember when the stale summer air would hang low in the fields near our house, hugging my childhood body. I would glance over at Dylan, my twin and eternal Huck Finn sidekick, as we peered through the cracks of an old abandoned barn. What treasures hid behind these weathered doors and lockjaw hinges? My nostalgia for these beaten structures and the red clay they stand upon is a sickness from which I will never be cured. I cannot live in both the past and present, but perhaps my paintings can."

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