Rooms of the Interior
Rooms of the Interior is a series built from the places we carry inside—the quiet corners of memory, the echoes of old houses, and the shifting architecture of the mind. These paintings aren’t about real rooms as much as they are about the spaces we return to when we think we’re alone.
Walls bend, shadows stretch, objects drift out of place. A drawer is left open. A chair leans toward something unseen. Light slips in from somewhere it shouldn’t. Each scene holds a familiar tension—the sense that something has just happened, or is about to.
I approach these interiors the way I approach dreams: following the feeling first, letting the structure build itself. Some rooms are warm, some unsettling, some held together by thin threads of memory. They’re portraits of states of mind, fixed moments in the ongoing conversation between the visible world and the inner one.
This series is my way of mapping the interior—both the rooms I’ve lived in and the ones I’ve never left.
Walls bend, shadows stretch, objects drift out of place. A drawer is left open. A chair leans toward something unseen. Light slips in from somewhere it shouldn’t. Each scene holds a familiar tension—the sense that something has just happened, or is about to.
I approach these interiors the way I approach dreams: following the feeling first, letting the structure build itself. Some rooms are warm, some unsettling, some held together by thin threads of memory. They’re portraits of states of mind, fixed moments in the ongoing conversation between the visible world and the inner one.
This series is my way of mapping the interior—both the rooms I’ve lived in and the ones I’ve never left.
