Two years ago, I became a father and simultaneously, lost my father. As a way to mourn his passing, I rented a single room in an old house in which to paint.

Apart from my canvases, the room was purposefully empty. The only other item was a box of my father's shirts. I developed loose geometric under-paintings in muted tones by mimicking the patterns on the shirts.

As I began to comprehend the reality of shared parental responsibility, my private haven became inhabited by a scattering of plushy toys and a sleeping baby. The disturbingly cute accoutrements multiplied at a furious rate and inevitably invaded the foreground of my paintings. The paintings create a scenario where my concepts of two people meet and respond to each other. The coexistence of the two sensibilities parallels the complexity of my emotional state at the time.