I’ve started a body of work that has to do with space, both literal and metaphorical. I’m thinking about the space that lies between: emotional distance, physical distance, cognitive dissonance, memory recall, misfiring synapses in the brain... whether connected to my recovery after brain surgery, depression, coming out as gay, or social anxiety, the interactions or avoidances with others sometimes leave gaping holes. There are times these moments feel disconnected, misunderstood, or completely unfinished. It is interesting to think about the marks on paper as the marks on the psyche- the marks that hit, the marks that miss, and the impressions they leave: the separation or isolation of marks and the literal spaces they create within a painting. These are the moments and conversations left unfinished or never begun.