The inspiration starts when something catches my eye. In the early days it could be anything.

An old train,


a building


or shoes,


or anything that I could see parts of , that inspired me. It might be the way shapes came together, or the patterns that parts of something created. I thought that if I could isolate what I saw, what made me stop and enjoy, that maybe I could share that pleasure with others.

Eventually I could see things all over. In nature as well as man made objects. It delights me to see that, even in things we might reject as worth looking at, such as dying plants, there is a beauty.

I like that others think I find hidden beauty, and I enjoy finding that beauty and sharing it.

Dead palm fronds

Dead palm fronds