"I don’t remember when I started to draw.  I think I was

born with a pencil in my hand.  That was a long time ago.

Today, we are living in an age of technological wizardry,

but none of it connects to the artistic urge like a pencil.

I’m sure Einstein felt the same way - straight from the

head, down the arm and onto the page unencumbered

by machinery.  Urge is not enough.  Before starting

anything, I need to be moved by an idea, a feeling,

or something I saw that spoke to me.

 

The plastic arts have a physical presence.  The weight

of clay and the resistance of stone confront the sculptor.

The struggle to mold the material permeates the work

with a unique hands-on personality.

 

For me, location also plays a roll.  Every profession

has its Wall street.  I lived in lower Manhattan during

the pioneering days of Soho and Tribeca.  I experienced

a kind of underground, an urban romance

that made art real and significant."