I think we all have a degree of pareidolia- seeing human faces in everything. It fires our
imagine, delights us by giving a playful and wonderous connection to the world, and is the
rock-base of our story telling and myths. When I was a child I would look at our wooden
lounge-room ceiling and see all the faces in the knots in the beams, and then the faces in
the flames in the open fire place. I dream, like you do I’m sure, of the inanimate world
coming to life when we are not looking, in the rocks, in the trees and the clouds. I’m inspired
to give the things I find in the natural world life, when I see a creature within them. I want to
share the delightful way they come to life, with their own personalities, their curiosity,
exuberance and wonder.