When Richard and I were at my Dad's in February we brought a bunch of things back. One thing was a sack of things Richard thought were fun from my Dad's workshop, old stained glass, tiny fixtures, wood cutouts. All things that my Dad was going to throw away. Honestly I was not that interested, I guess because I had so many other things on my mind.

A few weeks ago I asked him to go through the bag and get things organized. He brought out the wood cutouts. I looked at them and thought "I want to paint eyes on those". I don't know why, it came out of nowhere, but a few weeks later here they are.

They've been a great catalyst to new work, the work I now want to make. They aren't quite done yet. A few more details, painted reflections, gold and silver leaf on the edges. They feel very authentic to who I am. It feels so good to find imagery that expresses where you are, in your head, in you life.

It's all good. Happy friday.