A Sculptural Outlook 

As my sculptural investigations evolve, I reach out to other forms and disciplines. Ideas become ever larger, more complicated, and unwieldy. “I am a maker of forms and a filler of spaces.”  I find myself struggling between the desire to exclude, control, and shape, and the willingness to remain open to the serendipitous encounter with meaning. When is it time to stop? 

A sign or word inscribed in one piece becomes generative form in the next. Should I allow myself to connect or combine forms that I don’t understand and may not even like?   Do I dare to introduce “extraneous” materials that risk redefining the context or imagined use of an object?  These are the anxieties of a sculptor.  I am respectful of the achievements of the Minimalists, the Conceptualists, the feminist artists of the last century.  Does that make me one of them?  Must I follow the apparent purity of their rules when I am tempted to inject my idiosyncratic impulses?

Gestures, signs, and signifiers all bring language to bear on my overall physical process, what I call for lack of a better name, sculpture. I am often picking up the same material, word, or gesture, and viewing it completely differently by providing it with a new home, companions, or context.  What starts as sculptural play with a single object may reappear in drawings or take on a new identity in an interactive installation.