Strawberry Fields

"Strawberry Fields" is a small conversation on the idea of a stranger. Though I do not know the model I painted, I know she exists. What is the threshold of a being or becoming a stranger? How long do you have to look at someone for them to no longer become a stranger? How much do you need to know about them to recognize someone as a person in your life? Whether it be their name, their favorite color, or their entire life story; it is all who they are, as well as who you are.