I’m not going to explain these pieces. I mostly do process art. Where I start with no idea of what I’m going to make. I’ve; learned the skills with cold, warm, and hot glass. So, I’ll start by picking out a few sheets of glass and see if I see something in them. I can see something different in each piece (I mean see places where the glass could go in some design. I’ll start drawing on the glass with medium sharpies and it’s the birth of something ready to grow. Grow it does in my mind. I’ve become so proficient at this stuff I can see stress points that could be trouble in the sheet. Then I build something and as it gets bigger it can change the total direction. I go with what feels right, looks cool, will stand up over time, I tap into a river flowing through and around me which gives me this freedom from making mistakes because there are no mistakes. I know before I even begin a piece that it will turn out excellent.

I was in New York city and there was a man on his stomach and rolling around to paint these beautiful and colorful cherubs. They looked like Michaelangelo did them. Details and they had depth. He was using chalk of many colors. People walked around it and gave it the respect it deserved. It was cloudy and then it began to rain. All of those images were dissolving and just a blob of colors. I said to the artist that’s kind of a bummer the rain washes it away. He said I do art for art’s sake. Deep huh? Here are a few of my pieces.

I intend not to die an unlived life.

 I will not live shackled with the fear of becoming nothing.

I choose to inhabit my life, to allow this experience of life to open me, to loosen my heart until it becomes floating flying wings, a bright burning torch, a flower in full bloom.

I choose to risk any misread significance I may find on my path for a new unexplored and unknown route. I  will always wear my flying shoes.

I'm aware that opinions can easily disguise themselves as integrated beliefs. Closed minds stagnate the self. I search for the truth.

I'll ride the roller coasters, climb the mountains, sail the seas sliding into home plate at full speed. I'm in charge of my thinker and use my emotions to determine the direction of my thoughts. I am curious.

The gift is the journey.

Am I a man who dreams of being a butterfly, or am I a butterfly dreaming that I am a man?

The only thing I know for sure is that I know nothing.

Artist”s Statement

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