Curtain draws from a quiet childhood memory: waking earlier than my parents and staring at the patterned curtain beside our bed. My gaze would follow the lines of the plaid, weaving in and out of its rhythm. Sometimes it made me dizzy. Sometimes it made me feel safe.
This painting captures that in-between state—of being half-awake, half-dreaming, held in the stillness of morning light. It is about attention, repetition, and the gentle, strange ways we find comfort in the ordinary.
