I create narrative vignettes culled from personal history, literature, music and film. At times these scenes seem banal, in others absurd. They are purely imagined spaces that are vague and elusive, offering fragmentary impressions of wonder, beauty, loneliness, and dread. The scenes at once feel familiar and yet there is a strangeness to them, an eeriness. These interiors are usually populated with objects, both uncanny and transcendent - a glove, an insect under a glass, a spoon, a curtain shimmers, things are only half revealed. Animals and figures sometimes appear yet they can be more present in their absence. The objects seem to exist independent of our gaze. They carry on without us when left to themselves.