Some melding has been going on. My sculptures exhibit elements of the joinery art I have practiced for thirty years through building furniture. Both have leapt some barrier to mingle with storytelling and poetry. I fabricate materials seeking form; what I find is always a surprise.
A unique object made with a particular person in mind springs from somewhere between that story and my own—it would not exist without that unique blend of focused will. Each finished work holds many threads of story woven together—and then stands to become part of the many stories that pass by and gaze, remembering.
The selection of pieces exhibited in these portfolios have sprung from a wide range of impulses and inspirations over more than three and a half decades.
Looking back, it’s clear I have been happiest when making things. Wood was the easiest place to start. You just need a knife and a stick—maybe just sticks and string. Be careful—pretty soon you’ll want a saw, which leads to a cornucopia of other tools and processes, and more and more space in which to array the machines, and assemble things. This may also lead to clients, and a joyful life.
I set up my first wood shop in downtown Olympia, WA in early 1974, which seems like yesterday and a long time ago. When I didn’t have a job I made what I wanted to make—tables, chairs, boxes, masks—whatever caught my imagination. It was all more difficult and rewarding than I imagined it would be. Each piece taught me something, adding skills, impressions, further ideas.
In New Zealand in 1986 I made my first sculptures. They look like New Zealand. Since 2006 or so I’ve been working in metals as well. Look around, you’ll see.