I was trying to capture something about “stickness” and began by drawing driftwood piles from my imagination to use in paintings. About this time, passing a vacant lot on my walk home, there were tall old poplars being cut down. They made a sad and amazing log mountain. I started photographing them and other wood piles and they became a model for several paintings. These works presented the challenge of maintaining coherence within jumbled chaos, especially with a medium that uses a beeswax based paint requiring melting to fuse the colored layers together. It was enjoyable seeing what types of marks could be made to imply bark, or figuring out how to put skin on a cylinder.