Could a painting turn its back on you before you turn your back on it?

Slumping, hunching, wiggling, and wrinkled, my paintings masquerade as bodies maintaining their own agency. Amorphous structures contort under the weight of the world – bending forms or sagging canvases buckle and fold, unable to remain upright against the wall. Serious, mocking, frivolous, and optimistic, they are both nervous and content in their ambiguity. Oscillating enthusiastically between art objects and everyday objects, my work operates simultaneously as a painting and a pair of pants, pillowcase, couch cushion, or tile floor – they are unresolved, fluctuating in their disposition.