A house is never as secure as it might appear. I have always felt an immediate connection to home, a place not only of comfort, but a place of order. But a closer look inside the cracks and windows might just reflect the erratic and volatile chaos of the outside world. The sense of order and control, in whatever form it takes, acts as a mask, a shelter, a protective façade, for those who live inside.
My recent illustrations and mural paintings suggest the complicated existence of what lies behind an architectural mask. Delving into notions of family and loss, these life-sized works convey multiple levels of human emotion. These drawings and paintings are rendered to evoke a sense of comfort and domesticity through the use of fabric as covering, usually using southwestern style pattern work to resemble my childhood home, while others are presented in various states of disarray with architectural features broken down and de-constructed.
Using objects as stand-ins for people, I find that human connection and community is rather important in these paintings. Making the connection between plants and humans to suggest the similarities, and yet, the major differences between these species, interlocking our identities.
A house is never as secure as it might appear. Behind closed doors lies something deeper and more complicated. Order and control seep into the cracks and hide side-by-side beneath the floorboards and barricades of the home.