A R T I S T G A L L E R Y
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Life’s stories plant seeds in my mind, take shape in my soul, and are born through my sculptures.
Let me tell you a story. I was invited to participate in a show entitled Gaia’s Lament, Earth Cry. It sounded like a gloomy theme, so I did what I often do in this situation: I looked for the story at the center.
I paid a visit to the hosting gallery, a reclaimed old restaurant, and in the basement I discovered a doorway that had been bricked over and closed permanently. Where had that door gone? Who had bricked it over—and why? My mind immediately went to Edgar Allen Poe, The Telltale Heart, The Cask of Amontillado—and I saw a crow, warning “Nevermore” if we don’t change our ways.
As I climbed the winding, creaky staircase up to the gallery, that crow grew into an entire flock—a murder of crows, ascending in dire warning from basement to second floor, winding up the stairs, perching on sills, glaring from moldings, swooping from the ceiling. —and The Hartford Courant described the set of sculptures that resulted from this vision as “the show-stopper.”
Stories are what define my work, what drive my vision, what inspire my hands…my life. My sculptures bring those stories to life, incorporating a symbiotic mixture of ideas and visions from people around me, the environment and materials where I’m working, and that sudden burst of illumination—often coming after I’m well into the sculpting process.
The stories cover a spectrum of genres, from the comic Three Stooges fountainheads squirting water from pursed lips, or a cat staring down a mouse, to Alice in Wonderland. Life’s stories plant seeds in my mind, take shape in my soul, and are born through my sculptures.
To date, I feel the most significant accomplishment I have made in my life is overcoming obstacle after obstacle, setbacks, naysayers and disappointments to pursue my art and never giving up. I could not survive if I did not have my art. It has been the one stable constant, the source of strength and comforting companion to me through the many ups and downs in my life. I make art because I don't know how not to. This is why I am here. Whether someone loves or hates my art, as long as I move them in some way with my quirkiness or storytelling, I have done my job.