It may be from a news item, maybe something flashes by while driving, or maybe I've reread one sentence in a book several times because a thought caught me. Why we make what we do is not a question easily answered. But whatever has filtered into my mind, I find myself working in series: columns, trees, dogs - the series ends when it does; and at that point I begin to wonder, what am I to do with these...?
Octopuses (and yes, that's the correct spelling) have often found themselves in my work. Here is Diner Avec le Poulpe.
The Gallery page is divided into groups - from columns to teapots. I'll be happy to answer any questions about the work.