There is an unapparent irony in my studio practice. I offer the viewer through painting in oils, a remote glimpse into my personal life, exposing the delicacy of monotony and repetition in regard to domestic affairs and how I choose to see a beautiful life amidst the mundane. My work concentrates on the very scenes of domestic life that take me away from the studio and is intensely personal. I escape certain domestic tethers while at the easel, yet there remains before me the scenery of my life: dishes stacked by the sink, the roads I continuously taxi, shopping at secondhand stores for five children. Somehow this oscillation yields a stabilizing effect on me and my work. How areas of the home are treated, the traffic and landscapes encountered while running errands, and the moods of people engaged in banal tasks influence my life, and therefore, art.