Time has always run away with me, eluding me, tripping me up, ticking away. I’m someone who works best when there is a deadline to meet, never give me too much time or I will over think things. In regards to how I make, the main part of the time involved is the thought process, this is what I put the most time into. People only see the finished piece not the endless sketches and scribbled notes, not the experimental samples or countless mistakes before the end result.
Time is often a major inspiration for my work. My nostalgic heart is drawn to the neglected and forgotten: old weathered things, peeling paint on barn doors, rusting red roofs, a new tree sprouting through an abandoned chimney stack – all abandoned by man but remembered by the elements, affected constantly by the passing of time and the changing seasons. Continue reading Time