At times, my art is serious, yet at the same time, whimsical. And upredictable.
No predetermined formula. There exists a “natural” conflict, like all relationships, which I accomplish with the use of different materials and the ways I bring them together. Give them a new life. They get along because of conflict. Not in spite of it. In a way, if one definitively knows why a piece works, then actually it doesn’t. Making art is not a solo endeavor, although it might appear that way, but it is a relationship to the material, to the landscape, to the people around me, that are in constant change, and constantly challenge me to change.