What I see is usually what I find. The encompassing farmland around my studio has seen numerous incarnations and I am constantly spotting an old pitch fork or some abandoned piece of farm equipment. They lurk about in their ghostly fashion, often seeming to emerge from layers of dirt and rock as the earth spins on its axis. I will see only the details: broken and rusted parts, their texture and years of wear through the elements of weather and wind. The shapes and texture of these things inspire me as pieces which are part of the evolution of everyday life. I interpret them to feel comfortable and warm and take on meaning in the personal context of a body.
