with a language and expression (visible and not) that we are incapable of comprehending with the human limitations.
When I toil to celebrate it's images, (in one form or another), there is always an absents, a contrived whisper of my intention, but it's the "River" I forever return to for guidance, where inclusion is all but insured.
Earth made Textures
I am always on the lookout for the opportunity to integrate nature's shed skin.
|monkey puzzle pod|
These barnacles are art already and I hasten to mess with natures perfection, there is such a fine line between art and macaroni-glitter craft.