Within the past year I have driven over 13,000 miles traveling between Colorado, Texas, Washington and all the states in between. These were trips with destinations, reasons, and time constraints. Most times, all of my worldly possessions made the trips with me. In August, I got my own car and moved to Spokane, WA. My car has been my transportation, my escape, and my sanctuary. In February my car also became my studio.

Since leaving New York in March 2020, I’ve lived in 3 different states and 6 different houses. With each move I’ve struggled to build a productive studio practice. I needed something of my own, separate from my living environment and a reason to leave the house. My car was the answer to most of my problems. I’d leave the house with a simple table easel, modest palette, and a few pieces of paper. I drove through Spokane and the surrounding areas, familiarizing myself and falling in love with the landscape. An island of a city surrounded by a sea of forests and wheat fields, Spokane had everything I could want as a landscape painter. The paintings became evidence of the drives. Each painting documents my place on the land and my place in time. Views dictated by the road and the windshield. The accompanying audio shares thoughts and events in between the paintings, documentation of what I could not paint.

At the beginning of March, I suddenly and unexpectedly had to leave Spokane. I spent the next week winding my way south to Colorado. Taking my time and avoiding the interstates, I painted along the road. The paintings from February are both the first and the last paintings of Spokane. Paintings from March show pieces of my drive to Colorado. This body of work carries broader themes from the last year of my life. I have not sat still long enough to find a place to plant roots. Leaving one place and forced to find another. The only constant being miles of road and landscape in between momentary destinations.