THINGS GET FOGGY
Acrylic, aerosol, chalk, charcoal, ink
18" x 18" x 1.5" unframed
Memories get foggy. Time is blurred. It’s interesting to me how our minds learn to recognize patterns as a way to categorize and understand what our eyes are presented. I’m always wondering about this thinking. How is it we come to believe the things we do? Share experiences, events, and things are seen so differently through the eyes of another. It’s fascinating.