The Pickup. 2020
most of elementary school I revelled in being a hobo, continually ready to run, able to dress as dirtltily as I felt. At 14 or 15 I wore a real pumpkin over my head, a trial by dripping punky humidity and slippery weight. At one art party I covered my face and head with an elaborate mask complete with burning oil lamp, but on one talked to me because I could not be seen. this loneliness gave way to an enormous cowboy hat made of brown cardboard, which everyone but myself photographed to their satisfaction. charlie's cowgirl was so eclipsed that year by the hat that I offered her the premiere of the iGod 7 in 2014.
museum of arts and design studio residency, Fall 2014
maker faire september 2013
new work-now older
I call this series of dis- and re-embodied figures Transplants. they are simple but fascinating, both playful and deep. They are usually mounted on a small steel or wood base.