I’m looking through old pictures for a project/submission I’m working on and came across the following. The artwork was created in a couple of poured acrylic classes that I went to with friends once and with family another time. The classes were held in the basement-turned-art gallery of one of the oldest still standing buildings in the downtown. After each class I took pics of everyone’s finished work. I snapped a couple of mine and looked at them on my phone. There was something very strange in one of them and I showed one of the ladies who I both know and who also used to hang work there and she said, matter-of-factly, “Oh, that’s Charley.” She and a couple of the other ladies there added support to that statement. Part of being a member of that gallery was to volunteer so many hours a month and many times they would be in the gallery alone. Or maybe not totally alone as they would see and hear unusual things and attribute them to “Charley.” I will now show you the pics I took on my phone and leave it to you to decide what’s going on.
This is how it looked when I finished it there:
This is what had me freaking out: