
This is the third canvas in an ongoing series about the objects that hold our histories. I wanted the painting to feel like walking into a room someone has just left — the chair still pulled out, the light still warm. The table is my grandmother's; the meal is one I can no longer name.
A large-scale oil painting depicting a warmly lit kitchen table at dusk, half-cleared after a family dinner. Layered brushwork traces the residue of bowls, crumbs, and a single folded napkin.