Spontaneous creation. Intentionless flow. Subconscious meandering. Like the artwork itself, the language to describe it seems to come to me in bits and pieces.
Consciously, I pay attention to technique and craftsmanship although the sculpture that results is something that I, like any other viewer, am seeing for the first time.
I surround myself with pieces of wood, cloth, rock, tubes of paint and life, then I let my need for organization start finding places for these parts. By addition and subtraction work is carried on until there is nothing left to do. This sometimes happens quickly but with some works has taken years as if I need to acquire the specific knowledge or experience to complete the next step.
The process resembles seeds sprouting. Some have been long dormant, some are freshly planted, all are waiting for the right ingredients to come together so growth can begin. Whether slow or quick, the growth happens as a collaboration between spiritual, emotional and physical environments.
The art I create is my voice, it is what I believe and have to say about the world around me.