(2024) Oil on canvas. 48" x 48"
 
This was a painting I felt the need to create. As I worked on it, howver, the painting became distorted. And I really liked the unsettling, imperfect representation. It no longer was myself and my mother in our kitchen with our dog. But an unknown parent and child. The otherness and distortion allowed me to focus on the technical aspects of painting that I'm interested in: mark making and incorporating blank canvas into the compostion of a painting.
 
Yet still, in the end this piece hints at something unsettling, something commonplace and familiar, something repelling and welcoming. Paintings can be fictional scenes constructed of lies and desire, and at the same time show us a truth about ourselves. This is one of those times visual art tells us something we can't put into words.