If you look hard enough at things, they seem to look back at you.

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My fascination with the quiet life of objects has always spurred me to create some concrete form out of whatever was at hand. Coming from a career in the theater, my energies have naturally been drawn to the expressive qualities of the human face; how much of ourselves is therein masked/revealed? Which of our several selves wakes up each morning newly astonished at being alive?

Whether working in constructivist sculpture or collage, I figure with “founds”, with objects that bear with them a patina and history of use. I find wood to have an immanent dignity.  My photographs find their subjects in the life of the street, rather than under the dramatic lights of a studio. Apropos the grotesque: for me, it often opens an inner door—- color always radiant with feeling. I would like to imagine some primitive form of the human, always lingering at the gate, longing to come in.