Acrylic inks, Citra Solved collage papers on w/c paper, 10 X 11″
My brain child is wired for great complexity
all those filaments and fibers conspiring
to make me brilliant one day and a fool the next
to utter great truths or spew wormy banalities
My brain child is a hothouse of growing things
hungry caterpillars chomping on leaves
threatening to break out and run free
Will they embarrass me or
earn me a reputation for a fertile imagination?
Oops! Here comes another! Look out everyone!
Pipevine Swallowtail caterpillar, picture taken 5 minutes ago in my studio garden
One never has to look far for the source of the ideas served up by the imagination. I often don’t see the connection until a day or week after the art is made. I’ve been visiting our hungry caterpillars each day, touching them on the head so they throw up the bright yellow flags! I hadn’t realized that they’d become my brain children!