Promoting Artist Statement
I was born young, bald and without a major.
One thing was evident from the start, I loved to make (censored)
with my hands. A box of crayons, a piece of cardboard and
some string would consume me for hours. The world was my art
In grade school, the teacher's bulletin
boards were my specialty. I've cut out more construction paper
leaves and George Washington silhouettes than any child in
When I left for art school, Mom got excited
because she thought I would finally paint a nice landscape
to go over her couch. Her standard for a real artist. Instead,
I became a big-city-dress-all-in-black-award-winning-graphic
designer. It was an art/career/money decision. Using a computer
instead of my hands. Creativity = billable hours.
Decades later, I find myself older, hopefully
wiser and in desperate need of a haircut. Having now designed
more corporate annual reports than construction paper leaves,
I've started to really miss the simple high of making cool
(censored) with my hands, just for the sheer joy (and pain)
of making it. Design is still a part of my life, but I've
found my way back to the good stuff. My hands and my heart
are now much, much happier. The world is again my art project.
Unfortunately, my Mom is still waiting
for something to put over her couch.
My current work is about texture, emotion
and word play. Always experimenting, my work combines raw
silk fibers, hand felted wool, crocheted copper wire and dyed
paper all held together with a flurry of machine stitching,
a generous dose of beadwork, and at least a few healthy belly