My work examines a need for excess in the wake of restriction. After 17 years compulsively whittling down the number of foods I allowed myself to eat, last year, at age 28, I was left with just one. As my food list shrank, my paintings ballooned: domestic landscapes crowded with health books and food wrappers and children’s toys, the paint itself bloated with glitter and candy and sea glass. The resulting work is kleptic and obsessive, adorned with shiny objects like a magpie’s nest. My paintings are a meditation on disordered eating in an age of overconsumption.