I’ve taken to pairing found photos with found objects, because both are filled with histories I can only guess at. My job as an artist is to hint at the mystery while drawing out what I find beautiful about the objects themselves. I’m cheating with this one in that I know it’s my mom and dad’s car, but I don’t know anything else about the context of this moment, or how the photo even ended up in my hands. It keeps floating around in jewelry boxes or between the pages of books, begging to be noticed… it wasn’t until I found this cupboard door to paint it on that I truly appreciated the monochromatic greens of the photo.