Faded memories from childhood come to life from a block of clay. Out of control children playing dress up in fox stoles, striped stockings and soldier’s uniforms from the attic. Each of my sculptures have a story to tell.
Each figure is one of a kind and hand built from clay and sometimes fragments of fabric found in the corner of a European antique shop. You may see drawing, painting and embroidery adorning the surface.
Nature always inspires. My childhood was spent wandering the forest and fields that surrounded our home. Summer days were spent foraging for berries and wild flowers and in the winter snow shoes and ice skates on the pond out behind the barn. All of the time dreaming and pretending.
No neighborhood children on a rural farm, just my siblings and wildlife coupled with fairy tales and legends. Try to never lose the fantasy worlds and dreams you once held as a child.