I am easily moved to tears. A sound, an image, a memory can leave me catching my breath. I gaze deeply into the world around me and wonder in amazement just how could it be? I was born in 1959 into a very nice family. I spent hours of my childhood with pencil and paper creating worlds all my own. While an art student I read The Agony and the Ecstasy about Michelangelo. I promptly stole a block of stone and figured out how to carve it that summer. Next fall when I was 19 I met my teacher Kenneth Campbell. I never told him about the stolen block. A few years later I fell in love with Liza and we eloped. After completing my formal studies we began a family of our own and set about the adventure of figuring something out.

I have always watched clouds. Sometimes the most unusual beings fill their endlessly changing shapes. Sometimes it is just the endless change that mesmerizes me. When I carve I watch the forms change just like the clouds. Sometimes I see a being in the forms. If it resonates deeply within me it’s reality grows stronger. If not it dissolves back into the rhythm of hammer and chisel. Sometimes all that is left of a block of stone is the experience of watching it be carved into nothingness.