Art has been a part of my life story for a very long time. My Mom would take me down the street to a neighbor’s house for art lessons when I was 7 years old. My favorite toys were always the ones I used to build things, to make … stuff. Vac-u-forms, Creepy Crawlers, Lincoln Logs, Play-Doh (extruder!), Erector Sets and more. I spent endless hours building model cars (Ed “Big Daddy” Roth kits were popular). I took a lot of shop classes in Jr. and Sr. High School. I spent years in ceramics classes, got an engineering degree and married a potter (now mosaic artist).
There are many similarities between engineering and art, both of which involve problem solving and building things. I have a deep curiosity; it drives me to constantly explore and ultimately move my artwork forward.
My inspiration often comes from the world around me, a shape from here, a color there. Insects, rocks, tree bark, a mountain range creating a torn paper silhouette on a setting sun sky. I’m fascinated by shadows and negative space, both of which are a subtle dynamic found in much of my work. What happens if I do … this?
I make art because it’s not there, yet. Being able to imagine something and then manifest that vision into the physical world, is a powerful and joyful thing.
Many things can happen in bringing a piece of art to completion, including the occasional catastrophe. But, as Dylan said: there’s no success like failure; you learn a lot from your mistakes. And after all your plans are tossed to the wind, you may end up with something completely different, better than you could have imagined. Thank you Muse, for the Happy Accidents.