Things Get Foggy

Things Get Foggy


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 it is we come to believe the things we do? Shared experiences, events, and things are seen so differently through the eyes of another. It is fascinating.

18 x 18

Acrylic, aerosol, chalk, charcoal, ink, on canvas

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