I was looking for a hammer.
The art school metal workshop was a mess and instead of a hammer I came across a sheet of etched copper that had developed the most amazingly beautiful patina since I had last used it for printing months earlier. From then on nothing was the same. It was as though this metal wedged itself in my soul and I couldn’t let go of it.
I want to plan things. I like to be in control. But this material, so willful and unpredictable, has captivated me since that day in the metal workshop twenty-five years ago, in ways that compel me to explore its possibilities and crave new emotive discoveries.
I etch and patinate copper, bronze and brass, and they urge me to push both their limits and my own. The metals frequently exasperate me – but they also make me fall in love with them repeatedly, and touch me deeply.
In the end, that’s what I hope my art will do. Touch you.
