New city. New studio. New routines.

I’ve been thinking a lot about change lately.

Even when we choose it, beginning again can feel unsettling. The familiar cues are gone, and you have to find your rhythm all over again.

I’m still figuring out how I want to work in this room.

And somewhere in the middle of that, I’ve started painting.

A new series of eight is beginning to take shape.
The subjects are familiar—barns, fields, roads, structures—but I can already feel myself looking at them differently.

Maybe that’s one of the gifts of change.

It interrupts the way you’ve always done things.