My paintings map the domestic life, the interior life, the life lived inside the home and inside the head. The pieces of this life - the plates, the tupperware, the cups and spoons - are monumentalized until they hold the accumulated emotion of the confined space of the home.

The luminescence and blur of the subjects recall the shifting fog of the Bay Area. The stroke is reminiscent of the Bay Area figurative painters, the visual education of my childhood. The paint is thinly layered on board so that the exposed wood grain becomes visual static, forcing an emotional cap on the viewer as a clear image is denied. It is my hope that this work will show its viewers the quiet impact of a contained life.

Sarah HaBa