Panel Works.
Walnut, Nails, 2013.

I lived in a house once which had the oldest crumbling barn you've ever seen. I remember walking around the top floor across the joists, dodging the rotten floor boards. It smelled dry and wet at the same time. 

Some of my wall works feature found objects. I think of these as the fleeting blades of colour like a curtain blowing out across a window, or a table cloth or rug on a wood surface.