I believe that each person’s brain has a fixed amount of space allotted for problems. Those with much on their mind squeeze these concerns in so as to shrink them in size, while those with relatively few struggles allow what little there is to occupy the entire area, aggrandizing their troubles. My compostions, whether populated by many bodies or a single figure, occupy space in a similar way. They are compressed into the picture plane while also threatening—but never quite managing—to burst free from it.