Nostalgia is the driving force behind all of my work. It is that feeling of longing for something that was, that could have or should have been. Nostalgia makes me smile, and weep, and revel in the moments where I can stay inside my head. Nostalgia blurs memories with ideas until neither seem at all real.
My attractions to expansive and desolate landscapes, abandoned architecture, and even to most people, come from my longing for them to remain static. I have an immense fear that the landscapes I love, and have yet to see, will be filled in by the overspill of the ever growing world; fear that lost artifacts will be swept up and thrown out before they are discovered.
There is a word in Portuguese that I like to use when describing this feeling, saudade. More of an idiom than a simple word, saudade does not translate literally into English, but roughly, it represents a longing, sorrowful feeling, an all encompassing and overwhelming sensation that something or someone you love will never again return.