Not long ago I came to the strange realization that my art practice was born from the loss of this amazing part of my life, of who I am. Growing up in Tx suburbia I could never have really imagined what it would be like to live in Arizona. How much it would change me –forever. A place with so much public land I could literally explore almost anywhere I wanted to in the state - And there were such diverse landscapes to explore - landscapes most people dont associate w/Az. So much freedom, infinite room to play, & peace of total isolation in untouched wilderness. Along the way I tried things I was terrified of & discovered a strength & fierceness to me that was inconceivable to my suburbia old self. It was transformative. Then the day came when I had to leave & it was all taken away. I don’t let myself think about what that loss caused too much, but I can say my sculpting and painting was born of that death. There is a depth of peace and feeling of absolute completeness that sculpting gives me that feels much like it did to move freely thru those wild open spaces...& I have discovered so much more through sculpting about the world & myself. I have a set date when I know I can return to the wild places to live. I look forward to returning in yet another evolution of me, bringing my art practice with me & exploring the wild places with new perspective. That cycle of death and rebirth, life’s little & sometimes big losses that seem like awful tragedies, most often bring a little present with them.