A class in ceramics, a bowl of whipped cream, a pinwheel on a passing stroller. Inspiration all, but none I was aware of at the time, in the doing. Only later in the seeing did I realize, Of course, they're all right here, how could I not have known?

Without permission, bits and pieces of our experiences surprise their way into our work, unearthing our memories, revealing our stories, leading us to our roses.