I use painting to exploit the capacity of color to feel synthetic and corrosive: to turn houses into industrialized plastic, and neighborhoods into fields of vinyl. Color impulses are often fleeting. I am forced to wait in order to find relationships that contain a cultural referent, symbolism, and narrative—a vibration where a single candy color may render the next as acid and turn the space to plastic. Here, suburban neighbors are barely visible beyond the borders and fences that surround them. Each backyard is a sovereign state. The only outside source of information comes through a filtered, mediated, and neutralized digital translation; the privilege of seclusion made visible. In this space, acidic high cadmium extends, tarnishes, and contaminates. Grass becomes enflamed as the sky turns into a gray-green mass. I create artificial conditions that resist and antagonize conventional representations of Americana.