During the global financial meltdown, I questioned my project of painting  images from furniture catalogs while people lost their jobs and homes.  I'm still conflicted about the "rightness", but revisiting the world in those pages, where nothing had changed, everything still sunny, abundant and flattering, reminded me that they are images of aspiration, materials dreams and still in play, though for fewer and fewer.  In this context, they signal a loss and a longing that operate like old family photos, but of the collective rather than individual.