Inspired by Joy Harjo’s poem Perhaps the World Ends Here, this series is a meditation on the quiet omnipresence of the kitchen table. In Harjo’s words, the table is where “we laugh, cry, argue, pray, give birth, bury our dead.” It is mundane here, yet somehow simultaneously grand. This series reimagines the table as sacred ground—a space of inheritance, ritual, and everyday tenderness - where life’s joys, conflicts, and farewells unfold. It asks: What do we pass on here? Who is missing? Who is still present? And what remains, even when the plates are cleared.

This is just the beginning. The series continues with you and your table. Contact me here to start the conversation about your own table – how can we memorialize the unseen history of what this space has held, the future of what it will hold. Are there items that make it special: maybe it’s inherited linens you’d like to include in your painting, or the stack of mail that piles up because it’s that season of life. You can tell your story and I will paint it. Don’t hesitate to contact for more information and we can talk size, pricing, timeline etc. Hope to talk to you soon!

Irene