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For over twenty years I’ve been paying attention to the stuff most people tune out. Riding the train. Waiting for a bus. Sitting in traffic. Washing your hands. The ordinary, forgettable rhythm of a day.
The Waiting series came out of that, fifteen years of painting anonymous figures caught in routine. I was trying to get at something I think of as everydayness: the fleeting, in-between moments that structure how we actually live.
By making the familiar look strange, the paintings started pulling other things into view. Gentrification, class, ethnicity, the slow reshaping of neighborhoods. But underneath all of that was something simpler: the instant when you see something before you understand it. Perception before interpretation.