Hiding beneath a drawing of a twist and a wavy grid lie a slinky caught mid somersault and an impractical abacus. The quasi figurative sculptures evoke notions of childhood play and wonder by calling to mind toys that transcend both time and geography and can be spotted in doctor’s offices, play rooms, and schools. Interested in the discarded and neglected, I scavenged their skeletons from dumpsters and have since cut, twisted, morphed, and coat them in an impressionistic, rock-hard flesh punctuated with glossy-glazed ceramic appendages.