These paintings frame two viewers –you, looking in, and the objects, looking out at you. Objects witness the desolation surrounding us as much as we scrutinize their contexts: the fixed gaze of the objects within the painted frames are no less inquisitive than and the dynamic gaze of you – the viewer – encountering the created work. Objects watch your drudgery atop the endless treadmill of repeated actions, repeatedly unmet expectations, unyieldingly fixed desires – and therefore, to them, you are the very substance that comprises the mundane. But theirs is the persistent gaze outward into our world and surroundings, the lives of those who stroll past. If these fixed objects, with their unmoving, incorruptible gaze did not bear witness to your charmless and drab emotions, who else would otherwise recognize the truth in your lives?