The pinecone and stag are recurring elements in my current work. I have an idea what their messages are, but quite honestly I'm not sure yet, so I'll keep painting them until they become a bore. I do remember the instant the stag creatively 'hit' me so to speak. I was living in Oregon, sitting in a Northern Exposure-like restaurant with a stag head adorning the wall. I looked up to the stag and something clicked, something shifted. He must've inserted a microchip in my head that evening. Maybe it's the Wisconsin in me that's trying to get my attention. The pinecone is new to me, and I've collected a bowl of them. It isn't something I look forward to painting - how can you replicate the perfection of Nature? You can't. But something says to 'paint the pinecone" and I just do it.