Something I never think about unless someone asks is, “Where do your ideas come from?” For me, ideas barrage me like weeds in the garden. Some good. Some,not good. For this body of work, the ideas came from an estate sale. There was a large basket of fishing lures.
“Hmmm, what can I do with these?”, I pounced. And here you see the answer.
I have another idea that is being stretched in my studio right now. It came from the leftovers of a grape arbor Eric and I built during lockdown.
Where do your ideas come from?