When my husband was diagnosed with a dreadful cancer in fall of 2004, the quotidian seemed unbearably precious and mighty far away. All painting ceased for 14 months. When I returned to the studio in the spring of 2006, with most of the danger behind us, these are the paintings that began to emerge. I worked with a combination of personal effects and photos that I took while at U.Va. in Holly Wright’s class. I am drawn to the monochrome palate and sense of absence and tenderness in these images I made 20 years ago. How did I know I’d need these pictures 20 years hence? Just lucky, I guess.