Time...? Space...? All that is...?  A continuous moment where everything, everywhere happens at once, and yet there is no conceivable beginning or ending.  Does infinity exist within simultaneous activity? Somehow, just beyond what I am physically aware of, I feel there is so much more going on.

The more sculptures I make, the more possibilities I realize.  Yet, I sometimes feel that these works with repetitive parallel images (fish on fish, or cars on cars, etc) are the more profound.  They express relationships that have nothing to do with personal scenarios.  The message transcends ‘the self’, ego.  It stays primal, and to me, is more real because of it.