WHERE DRAPES MEET CARPET is an anxiety of the feminine ideal and the complicated relationship between female bodies and domestic space. The domestic presents as a perfectly manicured, abstracted, or hyper-idealistic representation of home space, consumed by nauseating plastic colors, the rashy skin of a leather couch, and the endless screaming of floral patterns. The walls are precarious stacks of paper bricks - a structural facade. The figure often renders as two-dimensional as a paper doll – a lifeless pawn to be draped across the couch like the nude Venus of Urbino. The diptych stretches and distorts the body beyond real dimensions, confronting a societal obsession with the body and its appearance, past and present-day. Fallen hair which might otherwise be insignificant residents of the shower drain become pillars or monuments - conditionally oscillating between the beautiful and the grotesque.