When out of the studio I take time to ramble, recording what I see with sketches, photographs and gathered curiosities. 
Generally, I focus on a communities quiet corners,  commercial/industrial buildings, industrial residue and eccentric individuals.
Recording from my perspective, impressions and occasionally self-portraits the sub-conscious with specific locations,
A distinct narrative develops that enables analysis and synthesis that taps into the sub-conscious. Most often this narrative reveals it self  while I am sketching what I believe to be an objective perspective.  In reality, my perspective is subjective, a metaphor.

Employing this personal, theoretical framework .... A visual language, as the resolution to an image for which exists no traditional solution, eventually reveals itself. 
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  • urban portrait
    urban portrait
    Walking in Philadelphia I saw a man resting awkwardly in a lawn chair. No pencil or paper available I use duct tape and a scrap of plywood to capture the moment. I preserved the memory of the resting man on woven copper, using 10,000 rusted staples. 24"x 24" x2"
  • pipe II
    pipe II
    Washington, D.C. plaited copper 18" x15"
  • Ark
    Ark
    Project: Create a modern Ark of the Covenant. A modern equivalent of the golden chest described in Exodus, for a new synagogue. The Ark was a vessel or box, covered in gold with a cherubim on either end. It was said to contain the source of consciousness through which all is created. To create an Ark for a new synagogue was to investigate the nature of evolving reality and creation and manifest that mercurial reality as a three dimensional statement that would remain forever unchanged.
  • pipe 1
    pipe 1
    3 blocks from the White House, I saw a man wrapped in cardboard, plastic bags and bits of cloth. Just awakening, he stretched his arms upward after what had to be a rough nights sleep. I recorded the moment on the back of an envelope and moved on. Later, I stumbled across some PVC pipe and flashing in the discard pile of a building site. The man, the pipe and the flashing merged. copper , pvc 19" x 30"x 7"
  • Callow Avenue-Baltimore
    Callow Avenue-Baltimore
    I grew up at 2200 Callow Ave, Baltimore, several blocks from the bull dozed wasteland of old Whitelock Street. Walking the old neighborhood I sketched, remembered, accumulated and discarded; tile, rusted bits of metal, an old pair of pliers, wire, memories and family. 67"h x 24"w x 5"d
  • collected offerings
    collected offerings
    Children retrieving balls from the outlet of a sewer, using a crab net, they dropped each precious orb into a basket. The balls looked to be in desperate shape but obviously were treasures to the children. Back in the studio.....copper orbs and a container. Corroded eggs resting in their nest. A comment on todays disposable people and culture. 36" x 36" x 10"
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