Welcome!

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Welcome!


(made to order, only)
Steel, head and hands ceramic
60” x 35” x 4”


This regal woman is in motion. With her striking turban she presents all who notice her with a golden gift. She is a dramatic yet understated welcoming presence to guests and home owner alike.

2015 Contemporary Self Image

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2015 Contemporary Self Image


(made to order, only)
Steel, (bronze spooks)
23” x 30” x 4”


This piece mirrors the thought of David Brooks; namely, that deep inside we are dual in our nature. “We have a side to our nature that is sinful–selfish, deceiving, and self-deceiving–but we have another side to our nature that is in God’s image, that seeks transcendence and virtue.” Here there are two colors, black and gold. Two circles; one open, the other closed. A gold inner ball radiates through a blackened paisley shape. My hope is to have expressed the beauty of the human condition.

A Place to Rest

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A Place to Rest


21” high, 17” diameter


My wife’s good friend is a birder. Months ago she sent a carton of bird feed as a gift. It arrived by UPS Ground. There was enough seed to last a year, and then some. Though a gift to my wife, it became my job to keep the feeder filled. Ever since–even though we live in the high desert of the Southwest–our home has become a haven for birds. I do not know if the birds need the feed and water we provide. What I do know is that an artfully made bath is an object that helps both me and the birds to tarry. The images on side of this bath are of two birds held dear by many Native Americans in the Southwest..

Hands “A Catalogue of Life”

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Hands “A Catalogue of Life”


7” x 4” x 2”


Who has not be shocked by their aging hands? We can hide arms and legs with clothing. We can even do something about sagging chins and bulging waistlines. Hands cannot be hidden. During a recent show a little girl walked up to my table, stopped, and then whispered to her mother, “Did you see those ugly hands? Gross.” They left. Her mother glanced toward me and then came back toward the table. “I think you overheard my girl. Remember, she’s young. I actually like them. Even thought of buying them. They remind me of my father’s. They even make me think of the moments my little girl first wrapped her little hands around mine..” Hands remind us of many experiences. They catalogue life.