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All
human beings furnish their lives with manufactured goods. To my mind the
best life is one furnished with things made by hand. There is honesty in the
work of a person’s hands not found in the products of mass production. If
the work is approached with sensitivity, a connection can be formed through
it, one human being to another. Through that connection even simple things
can transcend the mundane to become art.
The
medium I choose is metal. All of my adult life has been spent exploring the
working of metal. It is a fascination with the material that drives me.
Metal can be as brittle as glass, moldable as clay, or as fluid as water.
Most metals may be worked with the same tools and approaches, yet each metal
has it’s own character. There is always something new to learn! And there is
the possibility, given luck, that the completed work may endure for
centuries. I’ve always been drawn by that idea of permanence, even knowing
that in most cases it is an illusion. I have held in my hands metal objects
made over three thousand years ago. The vocabulary has not changed from that
time to the present. The conversation spans the centuries, unhindered by
politics, religion, or nation states. One person’s voice, waiting to speak
to anyone who comes along. In my mind that is the nature of art. It is the
foundation on which I base my own work. Comments on simple things, made
through my hands, my mind and my heart. |