SAFER AT HOME
My work for the past couple of years has been focused on trauma and secrets held within the domestic space, and the mourning and isolation that can result. Once the quarantine started, with my world suddenly limited to my own domestic space, those ideas of isolation and melancholy really pushed forward. At the same time, my studio had shrunk to a card table in my spare bedroom, and my ability to focus with all of the external news and anxieties was strained. The work I ended up making in this time became pared down to singular gestures; all concentrated on images of small, generic, single family homes. I made tracings, or painted out their environments, leaving them marooned in a field of neutral gray, or drew them as silhouettes, both positive and negative. These pieces, which I made compulsively, were slow, tedious, and mechanical, which I found to be soothing in a way that is hard to explain.
