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I
struggle with the label “Artist”, as I do with all labels. My practical
Yankee nature thinks that Art is a luxury.
I started welding about 5 years ago and all my projects were functional.
My profession is home builder and when my clients couldn’t find what they
wanted for their new homes I made a door stop and a birdhouse lamp, to
suit their needs. They loved my whimsical imagination. Then I moved to
sculptural lamps that grew from my inner vision. These were a combination
of steel and wood. But to me they were lamps - not “Art”. After that came
a leap to purely sculptural objects made out of found functional
components - like gears, sprockets, pulleys, rotors and saw blades. Lately
I’ve been inspired to create images from my youth growing up on a horse
ranch in New Hampshire. Working with chunks of wood left over from
building projects I sculpt horses running, playing, and colts struggling
with their first steps.
One of my greatest pleasures is expressing my playful nature, sort of
sideways, in my art. A simple stool has a spring base that makes sitting
on it an adventure. It comes with a diabolically matching side table. One
of my horse pieces is a foal that barely stands up named “Wobbles”
Although I sometimes have a specific piece in mind, my strongest source of
inspiration may be from a piece I spot in the scrap pile. My favorite
quote is “Let the material inform the design”. |
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