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In elementary school, I was trained to draw, but I just couldn't do it. I tried to make faces, animals, cars, and buildings, but everything I did never came out the way I wanted it to. In the sixties, I entered high school just as the perception of what art was supposed to be totally changed. By the end of my senior year, teachers were no longer compelling me to perfect skills to get good grades, but encouraging me to 'let myself go', and discover ways of finding meaning in things I'd never thought meaningful. Like mud smeared sheets, or broken glass, or twisted rusty metal. I felt relieved, that I could finally achieve good grades with hardly any effort at all. The larger my work was, the more attention I attracted, and I breezed through college, sometimes with a 4.0 grade point average, and my name on the Dean's list. After college, I worked restoring old English sportscars to earn a living, and I couldn't get paid if I didn't make the cars look exactly as they had when they were new. The attention to detail on these sweeping, sculptural forms opened my...
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Hand, 2008
Stone Sculpture,
5 x 3 X 8 inches
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| US$ 800 |
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Nude 7, 2011
Stone Sculpture,
8 x 14 X 3 inches
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| US$ 800 |
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King of Pain, 2001
Stone Sculpture,
8 x 10 X 3 inches
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| US$ 900 |
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Amanda, 1986
Stone Sculpture,
5 x 8 X 3 inches
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| US$ 600 |
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