I am interested in how specificity gives way to obscurity and obscurity back to specificity. Surfaces covered up are not surfaces that are undone. Nothing is negated. Figures and interiors mined from pop culture, art history, and personal narrative peek out, in various states of duress, from under layer after layer of scumbled white paint. I have no interest in finishing a painting—of completing a thought. I am not writing a thesis. I have no original thoughts. If paintings are problems, then the only solutions I want are tentative ones, like a house slowly sinking on a poor foundation.