Sculpture & Poetry

About Me


Lately, I find myself trying to convince myself that art is not the burden that it has become.  For years I’ve pulled out little pieces of my soul, and tried to mold them into "works of art". I’ve steadily molested my mind with the world around me, and then attempted to project what had been internalized.

    Now I have created and collected rooms full of little lumps of myself, a shrine if you wish, to pay homage to my feelings.  Although it is a warming site, I recognize that I’m running out of space. I have restricted my growth......


It is now time to let go of my attachment and make room  for more.