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When I was 12, my dad took up sailing and I discovered a whole new world. Spending adolescence on the water as my dad's crew, I fell in love with the beauty of this natural endeavor. All my life's accomplishments after that emanated from that formative period in my life.
By the time I was in my mid-20s, I had developed a keen eye for the curves and lines of boats. I had earned an engineering degree in college, which for twelve years I applied in the boat-building profession. During that time, I personally designed and built a 20-ft. racing sailboat.
To me, there a few things more beautiful than a perfectly fair, thoughtfully laid-out curve.
Later, I started a company for designing and building custom furniture, after teaching myself woodworking and building cabinetry out of my garage. This new profession arose from my talent for designing yacht's interiors, a process that involves the mathematical precision of my engineer's mind and the aesthetic sensibility of my artist's soul.
At one time, other people made my designs come to life. However, now I see my work through from beginning to end. I see images in my head, detail them on paper, and then transform them into warm, flowing wood objects. |
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Being self-taught is an advantage that gives my work a distinctive style and me a tremendous satisfaction.
My dad died in 1994. I still grieve for him today. He was my best friend.
In 2004, I had an incredible series of dreams in which my dad reassured me that he was still with me. He shared the glory of afterlife with me. “You are privileged,” he said. I had always known that he loved me, but in those dreams I came to understand that his love was boundless.
My dad's outpouring of love in my dreams inspires my art in flowing sculpture that begins with a visual image in my mind's eye. When I put the image into form, it takes on a life of its own. This is a process not unlike that of poets, except that instead of words laid out on paper, the fruits of my inspiration are refined pieces of sculpture in wood from various world regions, imbued with colorful patinas along dramatically laid-out curves.
Art is a form of touch-token magic. The love I feel from my dad in my dreams is made manifest in my art and then it touches you. As you experience my art, the boundless expression of love that inspires it is transferred to you. You are privileged, too. |
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