Over the years the idea of shelter has intrigued me. The immense disparity of it around the world. It can be beautifully simple, or outrageously ornate. No matter how down trodden, or luxurious, it fulfills the same human requirement. It seems that every sheltering object can be turned into something as individual as the occupant. There is always a story. Some incredibly sad, and some unbelievably happy. All human.

Shelter is complex if you think about it. It is also very simple. I wanted to pursue both. I was drawn to that iconic, simple childlike shape. That triangle on top of a square. The house. It felt right to adhere to that. Then interpret it in as many ways as I could.  My hope was that with each painting the viewer saw, they would conjure up their own story. A story not just about how it looks on the outside, but what could be going on on the inside. It could be something sad. It could be something happy. Either way, something human.