2022
This is a backyard scene, a summer yard with sun glaring down on a pink chair with that massive, overgrown clothes hanger behind it. The thing looked alive, with a dark and mysterious cave hiding within. I instantly imagined myself as a boy wanting to play there. With the trees waving in the hot breeze above, unaware of the possible dangers lurking in plain sight, I would surely dash for the cool shade of the darkness in there. The whole thing seemed like a wonderful monolith to paint, the weight of the vines, the contrast in bright light and shadow. The chair somehow grounded the scene and served a strange but necessary service. A guardian? It's an unusually symbolic thing for me to paint I realize. But it is paint after all and why not try to capture that spot?