Off the main road and down the meandering lanes that thread the countryside, I find inspiration in the texture of the landscape. Time has dulled many of the bold strokes of color that once solidly framed the view. Rusted tin roofs, subtle and quiet in their presence offer protest to the steady passage of time. Once audacious in their shiny luminance, they are reduced to speckles of intrigue. Our lives are permanent in the immediate but only insets of momentary brilliance in the larger context of nature. Each piece is the uncovering of these markers of time and place in an amorphous world that discourages boundaries. For me, creation of art is a process with unexpected turns off the main road. Alongside the stony lane defined by the leaning fence posts, inspiration waits.