The only place I had ever really painted in a serious and continuous way (aside from hotel rooms and hospitals) was my Santa Monica studio, a converted garage. That was home, and the light and space and color were intrinsic to the work that I made there for 20 years. A second space in a back room of my house was where I made works on paper. After a move to El Cerrito in the Bay Area, I have continued the same arrangement, but the garage-studio has proven to be well, less than welcoming and so I’m trying to find my way. In the meantime I’ve made more work on paper and some specific bodies of work that are idiosyncratic.