January 2021

We come into this world cloaked in the great sweater of time.
As it unravels we expose ourselves to ourselves and t each other by what we do and how we do it.
My figures represent the countless different ways we find ourselves in the moment, unraveling and careening thru time.

He perseveres, sitting just barely above the danger that lurks both within and without.

She rides the river night mending broken dreams

We celebrate our dreams not noting journeys end may not be at the station

They were twins
They were dressed alike, schooled alike, and expected to act alike.
In time they never did like each other all that much anyway.

Each correction she made has been duly noted.

and she is sure she will be loved.

Having taken the vessel as far as it will go, she listens, she waits

Perhaps old tricks were not what old dogs were sent to teach us after all

She rails and beseeches all in the same moment

Not a common quality
and one that requires strong feet
To carry a big heart