Traces of us linger in the physical world, even in our absence. There is an evocative nature to domestic objects and spaces—items within homes hold the residual energy of lives lived long after people are gone. My work depicts ordinary objects from living rooms belonging to people I have loved and lost. However it is not grief that I am interested in conveying, but the residue of the affection that is left behind. Texture becomes a way of communicating touch—my own touch held in my work, and what my viewer imagines feeling with their own hand. My touch is held in the work, similar to how a room or object holds the essence of a person when they are no longer present. Contour lines move across the surface of the works like phantoms; other times a contour line defines the edge of a work, (articulating a wing or hand), as a fully present body.