Bedsheet Drip

Through my apartment window, I saw the stages of a woman having a child. This invasion of privacy I was allowed to participate in made me wonder about bodies growing in 90 degree boxes. I used the frame of a canvas to hold the warpy, dreamy unfitting shapes of a growing pregnant woman and the psychological space found in and out the darkness of a womb. I painted the body asleep, sliding into a non-sequential landscape of a dreamworld where flesh slips into warm translucency and colder figures of fear watch.