I was an adventurer, an instigator, and an assemblist for 30 years; a maverick in and out of the studio, when in an instant, a brutal stroke took my left side in 2002. It was only then that I grasped the word “strategy” that a nurse had given me as a tip. Only then did it sink in what Marc Harrison and the ID gang were probing so earnestly.
It’s been 17 years. Now I sculpt with one hand. I require mobile assistance in and out of the Tacoma foundry where I create. My bronzes are for the most part of people and gesture. I hope this reincarnation turns out to be real. I’m so informed these days.