Somewhat like the famous mad scientist, I collect pieces and parts and assemble and make new things from them. I create relationships among the things I know and the vast ocean of things I don’t know. I’m good with that because within the inaccuracy and incompleteness and ambiguity exists the present moment.

I find inspiration in the veins of a leaf, the workings of a bank vault clock and literary works of Victor Hugo. I appreciate the elegance of Brancusi, the raw spiritual power of Rodin, the reductive form of Modigliani, and the decorative fun of Steampunk.

Allow my art to reveal something when the time is right. Don’t rush to understand, label or explain it. Without words, emotions will mingle with memories and make unexpected connections.