Recent work is becoming comfortable settling into unsettled and uncomfortable, ambiguous spaces. I’m finding a work finished when I no longer know if it’s a drawing or a painting or a collage—I like the interstitial space between those things, and I like to see the awkwardness and process of something in the throws of becoming. Is it a landscape, figurative work, still life? Is that a frog, an insect, an organ, a cell? An artist friend said of this work, “it pulls me in but doesn’t quite let me land”. I’m good with that.