Whenever I had a small leftover piece of wood from another sculpture I glued it to this growing assemblage of random pieces.  I call it the third brother because it got the hand-me-downs from all the other sculptures.  There was no overall plan except to let each piece find its predestined place.

On another level I was trying to suggest how we can make meaning out of chaos.  There is much ugliness in the world.  I sometimes react by trying to turn the detritus of the world into art.  Turn it into beauty when possible.  An ugly object offends me.  It calls out to become part of something beautiful.  If it is still ugly, try to extract its meaning and learn something.  This is sometimes called the life-lemonade principal—or if you are a philospher—existentialism.