I tried to contain myself but I escaped:
my life, my art — exploring possibilities
through paper, clay, metal, paint and canvas

I talk to myself — out loud. My art reflects an ongoing conversation with poetry, stories, dreams, images, tragedy, loss, laughter, humour. Sketchbooks overflow with images until a story emerges to march right off the page into a new piece.

Masks, boats, sculptures and paintings become icon-like responses to questions I have asked for a long time:
How do we journey within our world?
What helps us stay afloat?
Where do we find mercy?
When did we become so serious?

The urge to create is like the urge to breathe: vital to my artistic life.