I practice a childish form of science:
My work is committed to experimentation and observation, but it is inherently willful, and does not make strict distinctions between magic and science. I love unrepeatable results and stubbornly expect beauty. I see no use for knowledge in and of itself. The truths I seek are embodied ones, those that I feel: things delightful, beautiful, or surprising. Rather than seeking abstract universal truths, I want to create objects that can be places for common experience.


I work with wood because I find the tree’s story memorized in the knots, wormholes and other particularities of its structure. These are points of entry for me as I cut, carve, scrape, stain, paint and rub material into the wood, alternately burying and revealing the surface. I repeat concentric lines and mimic shapes that I find in the wood. Or a piece devolves as I make many separate objects, one after another. In both cases I allow and celebrate the gradual mutation that accumulates as I build the work.