A Sculpture is a visual poem. A flickering feeling, a fleeting moment, met with an omnipresent tension. An uneasiness sets into my stomach and I create. Cut, hammered, forged, welded, and painted steel fabricating my material, just as I fabricate the fiction. Creating a new lexicon made up of a synthesis of wild animals and domestic objects of an American household.
The animals are caught in human habitats. Their features echoed in the furniture they are tethered to. These animals serve as metaphors for human characteristics, and depict how strange the human animal is. Our comfort creates the confines within which we exist. What you own, owns you, & we can’t get enough. In the betrayal of our wild nature, society takes its place.