Eggshell coloured walls light up as the sun breaks over rooftops, long since anyone has been awake to watch the sunrise. The house descends into grey for hours, the interim between daybreak and day’s end is a lifetime. Finally the sun returns on the west side and signals the conclusion of yet another day indoors. There are few refuges that break the monotony after 220 days and counting: watching the shadows cast by possessions stretch with every minute; a long bath to wash away hours spent in bed; agonising over self-portraits because there isn’t much else to look at. In months of being locked inside the same space, there isn’t anywhere to look but closer.
There isn’t Anywhere to Look but Closer #1, 2020
Oil on canvas
610mm x 610mm
There isn’t Anywhere to Look but Closer #2, 2020
Oil on canvas
610mm x 610mm
Shadows Stretch in the Evening, 2020
Oil on canvas
760mm x 610mm
Self portrait on bed, 2020
Oil on canvas
910mm x 910mm
