2018 | Oil on wood panel | 48 x 96 inches

I. We were alone most afternoons. On one of them, we searched my room for candles. We found one that I liked: white with Colombian coffee beans clustered around the bottom. “Eat it,” I said. “No,” my brother said, furrowing his eyebrows, turning away. “Eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it.” I backed him into a corner with the coffee end of the…

Where does this scene take place? Is this based on a particular place and group of women? This piece came from my memories of living in the Middle East. Of women gathering at that certain time of day, shortly before evening falls, a few moments to catch their breath after a long day’s work, and before the evening dinner preparations begin, a moment…