(He had learned the art of gardening from his mother and aunt back in Mississippi.) Constantly looking for fanciful objects to mingle with the plant life, Turner searches the sidewalks for materials, and he recycles items that he has gathered on his bicycle trips through the neighborhood and beyond. He is like a bird nesting, constantly building, adding, finding the perfect twig, embellishing with a glittery something, padding with moss for comfort. He is never at a loss for time to create new images. “I’m going to take time to work on my house,” he says. ‘Wherever I go, I’m looking for something. You never get through with this vision because it always changes.”
