As a child, I often went to the woods behind my house and covered stump faces with soft, fluffy moss. This was the first sign of my love for collage. Yet the memory tells more about my instinct to design.
I respect my environment and work within it because I am part of it. I want to make the best of things and believe that I can. This hopefulness drives my effort. I try to stay like the child in the woods, just being imaginative, doing what makes sense and what feels right. That keeps me reaching for beauty I can see with my eyes and understand in my heart.
Empathizing with my surroundings and cherishing what I find, I honor the accidental, the arbitrary, and discover its significance in my art. Then my ordinary life feels extraordinary to me, and sharing this feeling makes it real.