reflection on a core-level artistic context comfortality

i forget the time but it was perhaps early high school years. i had run into the likes of richard estes and the super realistic movement as well as sandy skoglund and other sculptural forms/installations like that. this time in my life also dug into the bag of previous experiences with my dad or at his house (with his art books) and in the exhibits i had seen as a kid in elementary school or with my dad (they, also having similar qualities to my high school discoveries). i was taken back to this time in high school with the george segal exhibit at the nelson-atkins i went to today. i know his work but it’s different to see his kind of work in person something i hadn't had for this expressioner up until now.