I rarely start off with a design in mind; rather I prefer to riff off the objects I find and let them chart the initial course. Flotsam and jetsam speak to me, and I amplify that discourse into assemblages that often result in surprising resonances.
Sometimes they’re beautiful.
Sometimes they’re disturbingly familiar.
Sometimes they’re archeological evidence of a once proud civilization.
I’ve been doing this since I was 9 years old, when I fabricated “trophies” for my older brothers to commemorate their most memorable screw-ups.
I can’t seem to stop. Art Work Gallery