March 16, 2013


For all that I've done this forever, it remains strange.  How will I ever get those fists to slip into to the places they belong?  The sculpture is about things that live below the surface, but surface is all I have to work with.  Who is this woman, this woman I pretend isn't marble?  How much of what I do is pretend?  It's such a relief to know that the stone doesn't care.  
Nothing personal, buddy.  You just go ahead and work it out.  I've got more time than you do.