PATTY CARROLL
A woman in a pink quilted robe lies draped across a sofa, suspended in a surreal stillness. Clocks of every size surround her, crowding the walls and floor, their faces fixed in silent insistence. Beneath the staged domestic calm, time feels heavy and oppressive, pressing against rest, ritual, and waking.
A figure in turquoise sits cross-legged atop a patterned pedestal, cradling small potted plants like offerings. Her face is obscured by a constellation of suspended rings, echoing the vibrant, retro motifs that flood the room. Psychedelic color and organic growth intertwine, suggesting meditation within modern excess, balance emerging from visual abundance.
A woman in a pink quilted robe lies draped across a sofa, suspended in a surreal stillness. Clocks of every size surround her, crowding the walls and floor, their faces fixed in silent insistence. Beneath the staged domestic calm, time feels heavy and oppressive, pressing against rest, ritual, and waking.
