I don't begin with an idea, a sketch, or a model. What I begin with is an irregular shaped block. This is where the inspiration begins. I carve with hammer and chisel. There is no up or down in the beginning. No right or left. There is just a volume of stone and my hands slowly discovering rhythms. I turn the stone over and over working relationships from every angle. The rhythms take on a life all their own. My hands see further than my eyes ever could. Finer tools lead to finer forms. It is always a mystery, that moment of recognition, when I see something in the ever–changing forms.

Perhaps it will grow.

I must not be hasty. I must always remember to allow this mysterious being to emerge in its own time.