1 June 2026
Sink (working title): the second story bathroom at my flat features a casement window that we wedge open over our tree-lined street for fresh air. Above it the ceiling paint is peeling into inverted sailboats. There are some lovely little tiles glazed in pale primary colors crawling along the walls like square ants. I saw a man tackled by police on the sidewalk once while brushing my teeth. When the sun sets, mirrored edges around the room burn orange. Perhaps this painting is an attempt to pokes holes in a perspective hardened by daily routine so that it leaks an amalgamation of these moods alongside some true optical essence—an interior and exterior mesh. Angles blooming from one another to form a sort of precarious tower of perceptual delimitation around a tube of toothpaste. The value contrasts between the furthest-front elements and the ground work for me, with the corner of the ceiling and the tree (?) outline acting as bridges between the two; they're nice but harsh, and are thus generating some questions around how to better approach this kind of selective transparency, make it more dynamic. A step in a fresh direction though, I think.