Sculpture Painting Drawing

2022-24 Seven (7) cars 4.5”x3.5”x9” each. The cages were built in the ‘80s and finally figuring out what to do with them, enhancing color, connecting with misc. hardware and buttons, 30” vintage chain. Built of wood, fabric, copper wire wheels covered in canvas.

2013-14 28”x29”x4” canvas, acrylic, xmas bell, weight, rope, chain

pastel, wash, acrylic on clayboard 16” x 16” x 2” 2017

2021 45” x 17” x 4” 20 lb. steel lifting block, angle drift, rope, chain, canvas, hooks, leather, raw pigments, vintage buttons

graphite and pastel on vellum 26” x 19” 2013

2005 7”x7”x14” leather, wire, bamboo, acrylic, misc.

There comes a time when even the gentlest soul engages in a battle of the spirit. I present “Elephant on Parade”, who has gone on such a journey and returned elevated and slightly detached from his surroundings. At a point somewhere between heaven and earth, where neither place is home or perhaps both, our charioteer has landed and the boundary between the real and the unreal has been lifted.

Inspired by Dumbo’s intoxication dream, it is a sculpture about transcending one’s limits. With a startled yet knowing expression and the awkwardness of a homemade toy, this creature celebrates his victory with élan. His baggage is twofold: those ears which he bears from birth and the carriage which carries the transport he has picked up along the way. But now both are partially illuminated, with golden leather. For when a fear is faced head on, a portal to light opens and everything is affected, including our baggage.

A journey of the soul is taken with all bags packed. And it always matters what you carry over.

2003 6”x10”x10” patinated copper, clay, acrylic, wire

There is something about a carousel. For a little while you’re a guest in a world that spins on its own axis. You’re carried away physically, your view is blurred, and your imagination is propelled into that inner world of its own making.

I can remember an early carousel where there were gold rings to catch, actually pull, from a machine while orbiting the playful galaxy. An old dispensary it was, already a relic from a time gone by. It was not an easy reach so not everyone could do it.

The passengers on this particular carousel are of fragile makeup. But their delicacy does not hinder the journey. Instead, they become more heroic for participating. As arbiters of valor and charm, precariously perched, suspended, they ride.

The carousel for me is a calyx, a protective whorl, in which I can first lose and then ultimately find myself.

2007 60”x48”x48” leather, wood, rope, enamel, pipe

“If I were a Swan” is a metaphor about a goose that aspires to be a swan. It is about honoring the value of the past and staying true to who you are. The leather straps that bind the goose were found in an old carriage house in lower Manhattan and could easily be a hundred years old, along with the wooden wheels. It would be hard to find another wooden platform of this size, as trees don’t grow so large here anymore. The goose bears the gilded trappings of beauty and paints herself as a swan. Her limitations are obvious; her efforts sincere. But she is only a pull-toy.