I began painting floor cloths after the questionable purchase of a charming 100 year old tiny farmhouse in rural Vermont. By charming I mean, needs a lot of work, so to clothe my tired and worn wood floors, I started painting floor cloths, marrying the colors, design and textures I had used on the walls. Within a few short years a substantial garden surrounded the tiny yellow house and a small menagerie of chickens, rabbits, cats and a dog had joined us, all have subsequently found their way onto my floor cloth paintings.