In my more recent work I’m pulling back from the figure, to focus on exterior views of homes at night. In these paintings, the figure is no longer visible, but a human presence is clearly felt through dimly lit windows. I’ve always been interested in portraiture and narrative threads, as a means of exploring how fragile we are despite the ways we buffer ourselves from the outside world — with soft quilts, richly patterned wallpaper, or by leaving a light on at night while we sleep — and I felt the need to draw back from the figure, and further back into the woods, to observe these glowing little orbs that are houses at night. They are to me, a portrait of their inhabitants, which can be as intimate as a portrait of a person’s face, yet more ambiguous – are they warm and inviting, or is something a little off, creepy even? A small country home at dusk with the porch light on reads both as a safe house and as a defenseless outpost against the dark woods surrounding it. These small, protected worlds we create for ourselves are revealed as fragile, their inhabitants, terribly alone.