I painted this rickety old ladder back in 2000. It was leaning up against the wall of the garage in the backyard of the rental where I lived. This is another one from the series of paintings I did rubbing away pigment from the masonite, leaving behind ghostly stains of faint color, and using the back of my brushes to create thin lines of light. This latter technique reminds me of a scratchboard approach, drawing into the dark. Something about this painting felt symbolically loaded, how something as simple as a ladder can carry meaning, depending on how you look at it.