I decided to be a sculptor at age 15 and I have spent my life in pursuit of form.

 

Inspiration is one of the most elusive and fleeting rewards of life as an artist. Rare instances of ecstatic knowledge can fuel months and months of plain old hard work.

 

I love those flashes of inspiration. I’ve been blessed with more than my share of those so far, and I’m looking forward to having a few more.   

I’ve tried to make each piece perfect in relationship with itself. Balance, proportion, weight, motion, and silhouette are a complicated set of conditions to arrange in a way that they coexist effortlessly.

Over time, my work has become simpler, more complete, more statement than question. As I approach 70, I realize that there will not be enough time for me to do all I want to do.

I don’t title my work. Names confine the experience of the viewer. The privilege of naming belongs to the collector.

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