Faded memories from childhood come to life from a small block of clay. Out of control children playing dress up in fox stoles, striped stockings and soldier’s uniforms discovered in the attic.
Each one of my sculptures has a story to tell. They are all one of a kind and hand built from clay. Some of my newer work is mixed media and you may see drawing, painting and embroidery adorning the surfaces.
Nature always inspires. My childhood was spent wandering the forest and fields that surrounded our home in northern New York. Summer days were spent foraging for berries and wild flowers and in the winter there were snow shoes and ice skates on the pond out behind the barn. All of the time dreaming and pretending.
There were no neighborhood children on our rural farm, just my siblings, livestock and the wildlife surrounding our home. All of this coupled with fairy tales and legends.
No matter how old you get, try to never lose the fantasy worlds and dreams you once held as a child.