I think a lot in terms of an indoor and outdoor binary, and how these influence ways of being. I always wonder how this influences painting and drawing.
For example, working in cities of various sizes in Ontario (Canada) for the last ten years, I get a sense that--even while indoors--well... you’re really just in a sort of shabby and makeshift shelter regardless of the building’s sturdiness. I recently moved to Vancouver, a heavily forested area. I became aware that this causes a blurring of indoors and outdoors. This isn’t to do with some banal ‘northern romance’. The forests, through their density, become rooms. Things are so very rich with vegetation--old trees with signs of imminent collapse, burned out stumps from lightening strikes, notes of former logging, everything heaped up all over one another. You move away from the idea that you’re outside and vulnerable to a confusion about what you are secured inside of. My response has been to make work about the impact trees have on creating this feeling of nature as a chamber.