One September, I noticed our Tupelo tree's red leaves were spotted with tiny holes and portions were skeletonized from rain water. I glazed each leaf with encaustic wax to give them strength and then rubbed them with gold powder.
Red Apple started with an old photo of a teacher and a young boy and a wonderful box. I found a perfect frame, but it was too tall so I added a second box to the bottom and created a basement below the class room.
The roots of education are bitter, but the fruit is sweet. — Aristotle
The following Constructions have been made over the past twenty-three years with no particular theme in mind.
I either start a construction with an unusual box—Clean Thinking and Piggy Banker—or a unique object—Lost and Melting Commodities.