I think a lot about the beauty in decay. The uniqueness of a surface made unsmooth by time or weather or use. The pattern of rust on an old car. A wall that has been painted and repainted, over and over with different colors and eventually abandoned to peel and chip away, revealing bits of what was. The images I make have been compared to shattered glass, snow on an old barn door. I'm always excited by a finished product that looks like something clean and whole and new that has been ravaged by some natural, organic process.