Statement I have been making things for as long as I can remember. The backyard of my childhood is littered with old lumber, hammers, nails, and holes dug for the hell of it. One of my primary needs as a child was for the bits and pieces of my life to be arranged in a specific way. I vividly remember an array of boats, airplanes, carnival rides, clubhouses, and just plain things that I either made or imagined I would make. Since my earliest days I have been aware of an internal struggle to assert my will and my imagination on the external world. Although it took one form or another, my direction never changed. Once I got to the University I saw no choice but to pursue an art degree. After receiving my BFA, I went to graduate school for a short time, but my need to get back to the basics of my childhood....to put things together, prompted me to quit school, buy tools, and go to work. From the simplicity of the premise that I want to make things, I have been forced to tromp around my internal landscape, and pursue a path of self-exploration. I have had to decide what, floating inside, is worth bringing out, and to find the best way to do that. I have been captivated by Carl Jung's ideas. I have pursued the irrational, the unconscious, and the intangible. And I have somehow made friends with the absurd. I have hacked away at wood steel, paint, and words, looking for some way to grasp what is inside, and bring it out. If this activity can make me, or someone else happy, I assume it is worth doing. However, the ultimate value of all this I will have to leave to others to decide. The resulting journey has been nothing short of a roller coaster ride. To make art, put it in front of the public, and throw one's fate to the wind takes equal parts, faith, self-assurance, and stubbornness. A measure of willful blindness has also come in handy. From all this I have come to realize that rationality plays little part in the world of art. But that the irrational is the field from which the flowers grow. As to what is around the corner I truly have no idea, but I still feel a longing to get in the studio, put a few pieces of steel together........ and see what is waiting to get out.