A 14 × 14 inch, acrylic painting of the sky. A journal entry is handwritten on the painting: “It was 80 degrees yesterday but it’s 45 now, and the sky’s a misty gray. The difficulty of finding the right gray makes me wonder if I’m drawn to contextlessness because it’s related to unity. When I’m forced to figure out a color separate from its context, is it a delusion or a step toward eliminating boundaries? 3/30/25 9:15 am Gowanus, Brooklyn”