We encounter certain objects like apparitions: they quietly appear with their enigmatic messages and recede again, leaving us to wonder at their meanings. Sometimes these startling envoys persist with their concerns of absence, presence, and things suspended in between. The subtle narrative of that latter space is particularly haunting. As Henri Matisse famously said, “I don’t paint things. I only paint the difference between things.” Artists have always been attentive toward negative space. In my work I return over and over again to the questions of the archive, slipping into a realm of flux between our contemporary world and the past. Blessed (or cursed) with a receptivity toward—and a ceaseless need to revisit and commune with—these ghost stories, am I, in the end, the wandering spirit that cannot find its rest?

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