I have been writing letters to places that shape me. This body of work is a long letter, one of gratitude, of confusion, of fear and uncertainty. Influenced by Gaston Bachelard's 'The Poetics of Space', I began to build houses around these places, searching to create and share a poetic image. Working out of desperation to hold onto the time encased within these rooms, the resulting paintings feel fragile, on the verge of collapse. They are small windows painted quickly, filled with the figures and furniture of my world. The paintings exist outside of the past and present, as the true poetic image breaks with linear time, it is surprising and disruptive. They surround you and allow you entry to this new space: one that exists physically in the paintings hanging before you, and also an imaginative space, as you occupy the paintings moving through doors, windows, and unpainted space.
