These paintings come from observations of landscape and architecture, but even more so from the spaces in-between. I focus on a forgotten pile of bricks, the way you can only see through a fence at just the right angle, the slow evolution of a construction site in its own grassless void, the privacy fence made of sheets of plywood leaning against a chain-link fence, and, how, meandering down a tiny side street, you can be pleasantly surprised that someone thought it a good idea to paint their stucco house, fence, shed doors, and cement wall all the same color, to turn it all into an undulating wave of Pepto-Bismol burnt orange.