Blue, blue, electric blue; that's the color of my room (where I will live). There's a lot of depth to this painting, a lot of layers, and things are starting to get a little weird(er?).

This is a large abstract painting on wood panel with acrylic paint, Sharpie marker, and a variety of collaged elements including cut and torn out bits of Richard Scarry children's books, Star Trek trading cards that I bought when I was a teenager, some random drawings I made on construction paper during an online lecture for my MFA program during pandemic lockdown, bits of the catalog from my last solo show, random business cards, post-it notes with weird little drawings on them, a La Croix box, and a letter from a fellow artist in my studio building that got stuffed under everyones' doors asking us not to take stickers off her mailbox (someone has been taking stickers off her mailbox). All of this is nestled between layers of smeared, brushed, and poured paint and the painting has a very built up surface in areas, while in some spots you can still see the wood grain.

This painting is a little bit about the toxic impulse of nostalgia, a little bit about processing the trauma of childhood, and a lot about finding a way forward by doing the work and finding a way to support new growth on the toppled ruins of the past.