I always lost things that were important to me as a kid. My grandmother suggested
praying to St. Anthony to find them. My mother advised that I empty my pockets before
tossing them into the dirty laundry. And my friends reminded me to lock things up.
Many years later I am proud to say that I've finally turned things around. I now spend
much of my spare time finding things. Some of them valuable, but most not. Much of
what I find has been well used in its previous life. Aged by the force of the human hand
to function in some utilitarian way. I use these found items as a palette for representing
visual metaphors. Combined together, these elements become unique one-of-a-kind
sculptures which describe important events or times in my life. Both good and bad, with
a little wit mixed in. I humbly dedicate these thoughtful conglomerations to all of the
time spent looking for that which I've lost.