I’ve always had this sort of weird little phobia of forks in eyeballs. That sounds weird to say. But its an image I’ve always seen in my head whenever I’ve seen a fork anywhere close to a person’s face, like nails on a chalkboard. I had an eye infection the week our teacher assigned this surrealism project, and so eyeballs were on my mind… and this was born.
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Marita Chustak 