I have so many photographs of the middle of California. Hundreds. Most likely, over a thousand. They are all the same: flat land and/or small hill with blue sky and/or clouds. But they're not the same. Not really. They serve as a constant inspiration. A pinned up reminder of the distance from where I was to where I am now. In my studio they go unprotected from the elements. Paint spits and spatters adding more history. Adding more chapters to the book.It's given me a new spark; seeing something that's been there all along for the first time.