Dots: The Oakland sidewalks are showing up in my work...

Yes - I'm aging. I admit it. How can I not? It's pretty obvious, there's no point in trying to pretend it's not happening. My subconscious is feeling it too. Finding the beauty in things that are careworn is a way to process this awareness. Old paper, drips and transparent coverings are showing up in my work. Also, things that morph & change - moths, nests and nets. How much can something torn , broken and covered still resemble itself? Is there a purpose for a thing after these changes happen? These questions are front and center in my work right now.

Inspired by the Oakland Sidewalks