In Home Alone, I wanted to capture the chaotic thrill, holiday nostalgia, and frantic defensive energy of defending the family fortress against unlikely intruders—channeling the spirit of a beloved Christmas movie staple into a snow-dusted, high-stakes scene.
The composition builds across rich layers of festive holiday color, sandwiching a central band of glowing crimson red and spruce green between icy, frosted passes of cool sky blue, snow white, and deep night-sky black. Heavy horizontal squeegee scrapes and distressed impasto pulls cut through the paint, creating a slippery, trap-laden rhythm of icy walkways, string lights, and sudden disruptions that pulls the viewer straight into the manic solitude of the snowed-in estate.
Working in oil on paper, the absorbent texture grounds the heavy paint layers while allowing the rough, energetic tool marks to stand out with raw intensity. Home Alone is about the rogue freedom of having the house to yourself—where holiday warmth meets an unyielding, clever stand.
