I struggle to name my works. I know they need a title, but a sculpture is not a thing of words. It is a visual thing.

In my most recent bird piece, I find myself feeling like I'm working alongside a crew of shoddy and well soiled engineers,.........

Just as I thought I had everything figured out, I've started to figure out that I really don't need more than half of the stuff I have. I don’t think this is the sort of junk I can just hand off on my friends and relations. It turns out that I have unwittingly amassed a colossal and exponentially accumulating collection of things that I might be the only person in the world who would have ever brought them home in the first place. Like a noxious weed, my junk is multiplying,