Figurative paintings from ye ol' Art Center days past.
I forget which classes these were for. My memory failing is not to be interpreted as subtext or subconscious inner-workings (though would I be conscious of it, if it were?) -- it's more likely the accumulation of too much time passing, too many faces blurring, and the privilege of too many great teachers in too many great classes imparting onto us the singular importance of the basics. As it should be, I believe.
mediums: oil (maybe acrylics) on probably canvas.
