I find it odd that my parents are still together. No—I find it odd that my parents are together. How do two people from two disparate beginnings end up becoming life partners? Is this “love” or purely coincidence? Is it a fear of loneliness or is it deeply rooted in our biology? Maybe it’s a combination of many things and maybe it doesn’t matter. Regardless of how we choose our partners (or how they choose us), the complexities in human relationships continue to fascinate and bewilder me. Unwrapping an individual, discovering the unknown-unknowns about them is an adventurous undertaking. Especially when you consider that people are constantly changing, growing, expanding; with each iteration we become another within. In a lifetime there are many versions. Yet we tend to select one person to share this one life with. My grandparents were married for 70 years, and we see this all the time—two people who seem to genuinely like each other, enough so that they combine forces and stick it out until the bitter end. This mini-series of paintings touches upon this notion of “love” in all its forms, with the anthropomorphic subjects serving as representations of our conscience, our animal nature, and our self-consciousness.