Clot

When our bodies betray us. When they nash teeth where you thought only softness should be. This sculpture is my comment on my own anatomy. The complexity of which I am continually amazed & horrified by. God's creation marred by hopes set in despairing directions.

Anatomy. Fingerprinted. Loudmouthed. Beauty.

                                                                                                                                   Clot   4.25"x11.25"

State of Fairs

The Puyallup Fair. A place of memories; organic & caged / found & fed / celebration & fractured misplacement. This piece is on my studio wall for september. A speaker staff of chased memories!

                                                   State of Fairs   16"

Crown Of Thorns I

Sore hands paid off! Here is a Studio Window peak at a new series I am wrestling with. Thoughts about death & redemption are churning these sculptures into being.

                                                                                                 Crown Of Thorns I   9.25"x9.25"x10.5"