Tiding

oil and watercolor on canvas, 36"x48"

2020

The implosion of what I expected moving to Seattle to be was rough. Moving past that, I was left in a liminal space, anxious for what was next. I thought back to another in-between time—living in Wyoming, which coincided with adolescence.

“What’s next?” was abruptly answered by the pandemic. I finished this painting in the first couple weeks of lockdown.