I best understand the shape and trueness of lines by closing my eyes and touching. The stone guides my palms and fingers. It is how I find the quiet poetry of the earth. Quiet, because it doesn’t speak in words, but poetry, because it speaks inside of me.
Somewhere in the cycle there is a moment when the stone comes alive. Its identity emerges and now the work is to reveal it. I cut away a little more. Lines and gestures emerge and the stone begins to breathe. Our relationship changes. Now I am guided. I am there to protect the essence revealed. Out conversation gives life to both of us. Can I transfer or receive living energy in the moment of carving? Can I leave it in the stone?
Homage. basalt. 2005. 29”x19”x7”
Little Man. basalt. 2010. 66”x12”x5”
Homage. basalt. 2005. 29”x19”x7”
Little Man. basalt. 2010. 66”x12”x5”
Little Man. basalt. 2010. 66”x12”x5”
Thunderbird. granite, glass. 2010. 68”x17”x11”
Thunderbird. granite, glass. 2010. 68”x17”x11”
Starcatcher. granite, steel. 2003. 72”x36”x12”
Owl. brucite, granite. 2005. 68”x18”x12”
Ginger. granite. 2012. 64”x16”x11”
Red Granite. granite. 2008. 71”x16”x9”
Ram
Broken Wing. basalt. 2015. 68”x18”x5”
Star. basalt. 2012. 73”x17”x7”
Star. basalt. 2012. 73”x17”x7”
Tower. basalt. 2004. 84”x22”x6”
