1 June 2026
Sink: the second story bathroom at my house features a casement window that opens over a tree-lined street for fresh air. Above it the ceiling paint is peeling into inverted sailboats. There are some little tiles glazed in pastel shades crawling across the walls in single file. Mirrors around the room throw planes to each other, and when the sun sets, their west-facing edges burn thin orange.
Perhaps this painting is an attempt to poke holes in a perspective hardened by daily routine so that it leaks some optical essence—a dynamic mesh. Angles blooming from one another to form a sort of generative stack. A delimitation stack. 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.