As we layer the records of our travels, they become myths. We see ourselves in others – in animals, plants, mountains.
On a silent night, if you join the stars, these drawings may appear. Then you can look at yourself and possibly know that we are stars ourselves.
We know this universe because we are it.
These drawings were made for an exhibition called my horse thinks unicorns don’t exist.
MAP OF TIME, 2020
illustrations
24 x 24 in