Early Work

I needed to use my body. Back then, when ideas were coming out my ears, I lacked the skills of a craftsman and had the habit of rejecting help. I was a vivid dreamer who had just survived the Vietnam war. In art school, I caught people’s attention because unbeknownst to me, Dad had taught me the language of parts, how to plan and build. Harold was a thinker and thanks to that, I could execute complex  unsellable sculpture. Later becoming practical I concentrated on expressing local beauty. Dad loved the challenge of problem solving my kilns. I thank him for the boost, because I am a lousy technician. There at the end of clay work, you can see me trying to show more emotion and being frustrated with ceramics so we sold that studio.

Bored Holder

I was dad’s board holder

Never making the cut

Myself alone, never

Quite measuring up

But always with big

Ideas of what to make

What to imagine, what

to feel & remember

A shirtless man with glasses and a beard sitting outdoors among plants and flowers, holding a small model of a chair, with trees and sky in the background.

Pick

Being picked was a 

Big deal with 7 kids

I was the oldest helper

Available & designated 

Arbiter of beauty, so

Flowers were my job

I was a vivid dreamer who had just survived the Vietnam war.