The Last Chapter of the First Book
Obsessive or compulsive. Or possibly I’m both. Things happen; you see something and an idea begins to percolate. Mosaic/Collage happened to me, I didn’t seek it out. It was a very small idea that might simply fill a crevice in a larger form – like the hit and run artists in New York subways. But, I couldn’t stop. I dropped everything, the painted wood maquettes and vessels and set to work creating a new body of Pop Art assemblage collaging “repurposed” flotsam and jetsam, ceramic bric-a-brac and tile.
And then I became a product photographer……… obviously never planning to stay anywhere too long……. An orphans dilemma.