"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."