Carla Y. Brown:
Out of Focus. Up to my old tricks again.
Carla Y. Brown:
Recycled image or the Church of Color and form.
Carla Y. Brown:
Entangled tear drops.
Carla Y. Brown:
Mashed up memories
Carla Y. Brown:
Musing over candles.
Carla Y. Brown:
The insane asylum has windows so you can be dazzled by the glitter of craziness on the outside of the institution.
Carla Y. Brown:
Blue
Carla Y. Brown:
Monday morning musing.
Carla Y. Brown:
My Tissue Dispenser
Carla Y. Brown:
Am I boring you yet. Found out I could do more with an app and this was the result.
Carla Y. Brown:
Friday colors
Carla Y. Brown:
Fatal
Carla Y. Brown:
The lines tell you everything about where she has been.
Carla Y. Brown:
Young, Old all at once
Carla Y. Brown:
Here is looking at you.
Carla Y. Brown:
It has everything
Carla Y. Brown:
Some people still love us
Carla Y. Brown:
Recycled made new.