The foggiest of memories, from a movie, or a story, or a hot summer day where only stickiness and the brightness of the sun can be recalled. The dappled sunlight distorted the scene, but you recall the smell of trees, soft earth, the murmur of casual, happy voices. Were you in the market? Was there a dog?

dream of the portal, 2024

36” x 24” x 1.5"”

Acrylic and sawdust on canvas

$900

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