Nests

I’m working on a series about absence, loss, and the empty spaces left in our lives when someone is gone. We are all triggered by different things, a smell, an object, a place. Our whole lives we spend trying to build and fill our little nest, but we never really can.

Lake Labarge

Endless possibilities all around.

A clean slate

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I completely cleaned up my studio. It won’t look this clean for a very long time. Painting is the good kind of mess: the frenetic, pensive, too in the moment to care kind of mess.