Oscillating enthusiastically between art objects and acting like everyday objects, my work operates simultaneously as a painting and a pair of pants, or a pillowcase, couch cushion, or tile floor; they are unresolved, defying easy categorization. Imitating gestures of a body by slumping, hunching, bending, and wiggling, the paintings become like bodies with their own agency, deciding how they want to behave. What if a painting could turn its back on you, could bend away from the wall to have a view of itself, or be visibly bored by its observer? Serious and formal, skeptical and mocking, and frivolous and optimistic, my paintings are both nervous and contented with their ambiguity.