I happen to love my dreamtime. Not just the nighttime ones, but the ones during the day when I let my thoughts wander.

Making art for me is very much a dreamtime. Not much is planned, so stuff just sort of happens. It might begin with a trip to a used book store, as they are often the source of both inspiration and working materials. Or it might be that I have a vague notion of something that I’d like to look at, and then one thing leads to another.

This piece started with stuff that was hanging around the studio. I connected pinks and blues and browns, patterns and textures without a real plan or even an idea of a title. Tried some different elements, and am pretty pleased with the results.