From birth to daily adulthood, our eyes are inundated with images from early children’s books, to those in advertisements, newspapers, cartoons, while our brains absorb words and sayings from the ridiculous to the profound. While our ancestors lived in a jungle, we live in a jumble, a cacophony of man-made interpretations of what we’re supposed to see, think, and feel. How to make sense of it? Make paintings, of course. Does that help? Not really. Is the artist serious? Maybe, after all, her work is executed with great meticulousness, even beauty.

But what does it mean?

We will never know.

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