Carving was an unintended addition to my already disparate repertoire of techniques.The archetypes portrayed here are models of behavior inherent in the character of man. The coveting victim/thief. The obsessive/monomanic/dreamer. The pragmatic spirit. Like a shell game, they inhabit all of us, as well as other traits in an ever changing concoction that exists as consciousness for all time. As such, they are archaic, as is the labor of their execution.
COMMUTER, 1996red oak 20” x 14” x 10”Private collection
PIERROT, 1997maple 32” x 16” x 11”Private collection
MELON THIEF, 1999maple 24” x 17” x 11”Private collection
Had one the benefit of extended view, back-perhaps a photograph crammed with relativesplayed across the geographies of mating and migration;those emerge who endured conquest, then bested others.Could there be a point where a primary visage is seenas one being one’s visage...repeated then recognizedas juncture to this line?And if so, would the character intrinsic to that individualtag along, changing as a shadow might to follow its torsoto contemporaneity?Given the vagary of creeds, this query should not seem sucha traipse across faith.And given our toddler’s wisdom of genes – their loop;do we now meet those we are inclined to have metwhose footprints we found ourselves alongside?Our urge is to transcend this line and residein different points than our own map ...butthis line may be what is eternal about usand if so, it is enough.