Still Life, 2020 - 2024

At the beginning of the quarantine, I found that I was craving the expanse of nature. I needed a big space to counter the small, tight living arrangement I was padding around in, day in and day out. I felt like I was living in a sort of sensory deprivation state. Walking my dog through the neighborhood, I sought out things that were fragrant or tactile. I grew increasingly frustrated with what I could and could not touch, could and could not smell through my mask, or see clearly through the constant fogging of my glasses. I began to collect bits and pieces of flora discarded in the process of growth as spring emerged. Once home, I composed still lifes on the bed of an old scanner. The general decrepitude of the ancient machine added a layer of challenge and maybe even whimsy, which I appreciated.