When asked about his work, he might say something like this:

“I grew up in a city full of beautiful Victorian houses painted in all sorts of bright colors. From afar they give a sense of cheerful self-assuredness, but on closer inspection you can see the thick coat of soot that can’t be kept at bay for long. You find whispers of black and olive where the bright paint has chipped away to reveal color pallets of eras past. Also, think rusty old boats and urban decay, but charming and not at all controversial.

I like playing with surfaces to evoke a feeling of weathering and the passage of time.”

Things are imperfect and are falling apart, and in the right context it makes them all the more beautiful.