“More than just words…”
As a child, I studied the movement of water around rocks in a brook. I first tried to capture the feeling of that in my sand pile. In early grade school, I traced the grain patterns in my wood desktop and began drawing doodles
with interconnected, double-back curves. I remember experiencing my first, perfect, radius-bank-curved entrance onto an interstate highway in the family car as a young teen. I graduated to pounding my motorcycle through s-curves. In my early 20′s came the experience of a lifetime –hitching a ride in a military fighter and feeling the g-forces of tight banked turns.
These feeling are locked in my soul and the driving force of my art. Like a composer searching for the “lost chord,” I search for the “experience” of capturing the perfect set of interconnected curved lines and planes. I don’t just create them; I fly them; I drive them; I experience the sensuality of them.
For forty years, the tangible expression of this quest was the medium of wood. It had long been my “perfect” material. I love the feel, smell, color and character of it. Then in November 2009, a man named Ted opened my eyes to the world of sculptural, kiln cast glass — and the fire was lit anew. And like the ripples in a pond, the flow keeps expanding. I am confident in the knowledge that there is an endless set of rhythms to explore and that the purpose of life is to have the experience and the joy of pursuing it!
My art is completely self-taught! All my bad habits come from places other than the classroom!!!