Faculty of Art

Drawing and Painting

Paige Dawdy

Purple turns to black

Why do we walk around unaware of our own body's. Like a ghost moving in spaces. Before the path was uncertain, but it felt more familiar. Restricted to our thoughts, it's hard to get past ourselves. We live in this fear. Fear of the unknown physically taking a toll on our bodies and minds. Breaking down seems simpler, holding on impossible. Looking though the broken glass it's hard to see a clearer picture. Waking up in the same loop, feels like drowning on days. Safe, trapped, free, back to "normal" again? Hoping the pieces fit this time.