As a collector (not a hoarder!) other peoples bits of work frequently find their way into my mosaics and sculptures. Through my teaching work I inherit many cast offs, gifts and accidental treasures which trigger the imagination and demand to be given life. Sometimes I hang onto a particular thing for ages waiting for that moment to happen. My art making in this sense is essentially collaborative though ultimately produced in my own intensely solitary time and space. Mosaics are my bower bird like distillation of the flotsam and jetsam of these years of accruing.