In March of 2020, my panic buying was at the paint store. When I ran out of canvases, I dug into a stack of paper that had long lived under my studio futon. I cut the large sheets into shapes and painted until they were thick as leather. Discarded boards, also laying about the studio, were jig-sawed to resemble the paper works. I painted these surfaces for months on end. Distinct, figure-inspired forms appeared, sitting comfortably around and on top of each other. Color and texture attempted a congenial relationship. With a new, motivating body of work to occupy me, the cancellation of planned projects and exhibitions seemed more like opportunity than loss. As one curator wrote (about this work) “there is joy and exuberance even in isolation…we can be resourceful and creative if we use what we have at hand.”