After three decades of working mostly in the marine construction industry as a seasoned and hardened diver, pile driver and ship builder
I decided to do as Col. Ludlow did and move to Montana to
"escape the madness over the mountains".
Though I work with a variety of mediums, steel has always been my favorite. I enjoy overcoming the challenges that present themselves in my quest to achieve an unmatched realism in an art form practiced by few and truly mastered by none.
The degree of difficulty involved in creating art from such a resistant material is extreme and labor intensive. It demands an intensity and commitment that is unwavering. In itself, it is a trial by fire that extracts a payment of the very blood, sweat and tears of one seeking to solve the riddle of steel and unlock it's secrets. It is by sheer definition, the forging of a discipline of steel.
Mine are not clay carvings cast in metal. My art is hammered from steel. With my grandfathers hammers, I drive the force of my being into each and bring them to life . I bleed and sweat on them. I curse them and drink with them. They represent the essence of my being. I teach them to sing the song of their creation and ask them to speak for my heart. I have much more to say and I hope for a life long enough to do so.
My life has been one of seeking challenges and interesting experiences.
Never do I find myself bored.
