I always liked using the offcut slabs from the sawmill. Using strange bits that I've picked up. Then carving, burning, grinding, sanding, painting, more grinding until the wood tells me to stop. I get completly lost in the process and find it a settling and yet at the same time a noisey place to be. I can be there for days at a time. The starting point is the wood, the inspiration from the past, the piece a result of just letting it happen. Black, ochres, yellows, reds are dominant tones, it's something to do with my brain, the soil, the time of year. Anyway they're my colours.