Growing up, I drove my parents crazy with my habitual lateness. My relationship with time is quite peculiar; an hour can feel like just fifteen minutes, while a single minute can stretch into what seems like an hour. I often find myself navigating a time warp. This painting captures the essence of that experience for me.

Jackson, Ann. (2023). Time Warp. [Acrylic mixed media on canvas]. Available. Triptych – three 12 x 12 inch