My sculptures incorporate a wide range of materials including found objects, often much altered. I like lush surfaces and flashy special effects, and I enjoy discovering the potential gorgeousness of junk. Sometimes I explore the tension between an object's origins and its destiny, but more often objects are transfigured beyond recognition. A convoluted, iridescent woven sculpture centered around a sparkling dark pool may have begun life as an old straw hat and a broken lucite pepper grinder. An object with a rough and rainbowed look reminiscent of raku ceramic may be a vinyl record, painted then blowtorched. A blossom-like crystalline form may have begun life as a disposable plastic cup. Plastics are fascinating; each reacts to heat in a different way, and some are easily stretched and formed. I have enormous respect for glass, as well. Not to mention those nets onions are sold in. But don't get me started.

My work has a certain perverse, contrary quality. I enjoy making objects with characteristics that appear to be mutually exclusive, or even opposites. I try to reconcile cheapness and richness, the synthetic and the natural, destruction and creation, familiarity and strangeness, the mysterious and the blatant, little and big. My sculptures are smallish and extremely detailed. Relatively large framing elements draw the viewer in, then discoveries appear through a series of scale shifts. It's a bit like looking out the window of a landing airplane.

Whether the components of my work are found or manufactured, I look for numinosity- the quality of being "invested with power or spirit". I want my sculptures to embody, not to represent or depict. Numinosity can be a function of shape, material, or the history of the object - often these aspects combine for a result greater than their sum. Reacting to objects, I use composition and juxtaposition to increase their power. Peter Blegvad, in his essay On Numinous Objects and Their Manufacture writes "Objects proliferate as never before, but they are mostly dead husks, the shells of things, wherein no daemon resides. We own them merely, or covet them, we are not nourished. Meanwhile, the fundamental appetite for numinous objects grows ravenous." I try to feed that appetite.