I’ve always been drawn to quiet patterns hidden in ordinary things. The clarity of early memories are still vivid as I recall them—
…scribbles by unseen creatures in worm-traced lines of dirt under paving stones overturned in search of fishing bait;
…the singular performance of a dandelion stem curling to life in a bowl of water, then placed beside another to create unfolding masterpieces on the backyard picnic table;
…the freckled constellations on my mother’s hand, traced by my fingertips as a small act of attention to carry me through long Sunday sermons.

And I am compelled to translate them into something I can hold and see. The simplest things, bending toward design.

Discovering beauty, meaning and connection hidden beneath the surface