My love of pattern usually causes me to trip, lag behind my travel mates and sometimes get downright lost. Because my head is often down, I've bumped, tripped and fallen. My friends see this behaviour as a natural part of travelling with me. When we get home I have few photos to share with the group because I rarely document people or anything in the distance. I'm attracted to texture, pattern and flowers.
My "art pictures" as my friends call them are precious to me and I draw great inspiration from them. They relate to my subject matter and they allow me to move beyond my present work to a place where I am free to sort and re-sort and develop new ideas. Some of them I will never use but considered together they have changed how I look at things. While these pieces from modern and ancient Italian towns are beautifully patterned they also represent endurance and the cycles of time.