I like it when materials have been around me long enough that they begin to speak to me and tell me what they want to do in the next life I give it. Or natural materials I often find they have somethig more to say. Like when a tumbleweed rolls straight towards me, or branches fall in my garden or nearby. There is a special energy and tension between the way it was originally supposed to function and the way it wants to become now. How can this piece or these materials and I work together to create something different? How will it look and affect the viewer, that is exciting too.
What do I want to say with my art? What does it want to say, and how can I help it say that? Be intuitive with it.
Celebrate the life in the material, the marks it makes on the world. Treasuring what is handed down and part of our local surroundings, the small-scale, the eccentric and the ordinary: whatever is made out of nature, or out of the energy of usefullness. Maybe the new usefullness is not so aparent or just making a statement of it’s own.