Clouds & Fresh Souls

     Give me your lost, worn out, used and broken, the rusty, torn and tattered tidbits, the once essential, now useless kitchen rejects, bread-less toasters, tarnished serving dishes, burned out electronics. 
     Renewed in purpose and substance, these “Fresh Souls” tell new stories and may even whisper to you in a quiet moment. I will not tell you exactly what. I will make a suggestion. You will complete their new story. If you listen, they will speak. 
     A Fresh Soul may be a collection of springs, a waffle iron and an animal bone, or an electric motor perched on a candle holder. My challenge is joining and fastening these bits and pieces that were never meant to be in the same room together.
     Possibly the best way to respond is with your heart. In this way, we come to know our most authentic self. 
     Let my art reveal something to you when the time is right. Don’t rush to understand, label or explain it. Without words, allow emotions to mingle with assumptions and you will make connections you haven’t imagined.
     When I tell you that one of my public sculptures is an eight-foot tall English gentleman out for a stroll and that he has been stranded on an island with tiny people, swam among lilies with Claude Monet, waited for Godot, starred in 2-dimensional theater, and fallen in love with a giant squid, well... it’s my story and I’m sticking to it.

                     ...Feel free to make up your own.

Remnant of the Dark Legion