There is something that bubbles up instead of me when I look at Peter Opheim’s paintings. I imagine myself sitting under a dimly lit kitchen light, barely four years old, with my elder sister sitting next to me as we moulded clay into our favourite thing-a-ma-bobs.
Opheim seems to capture that kind of childhood happiness in these exquisite pieces. Each one evokes a sense of confusion or joy. Whether these are Opheim’s true purposes in each painting is debatable. Perhaps he too feels the nostalgia bubbling up from the depths of a place long forgotten and that sentiment comes across in the goofy expressions of his subjects. In any case, these paintings make me want to stop at my nearest dollar store, grab some knock off Play-Doh and see what my hands can create.
By: Sarah MacDonald