CONFESSION OF A MACHINE ADDICT

I was born 100 years too late.

I am a creature of the Machine Age and the Age of Steam. I have always felt that the insides of a wind-up clock, the guts of a tube radio, the underside of a record player, were more beautiful than the outsides. I owe my father a great debt for showing me, beginning when I was very small, were the screws were, how to take the cover off, and how things worked inside.

Sadly, in today’s world, you can’t see the inside of a computer chip, or take the lid off a microprocessor. As a result, the beauty of how things work, are hidden from us. It is easy, in today’s world, not to understand how things work and why things happen, to believe in happenstance, or coincidence, or magic, or just not care.

In my kinetic sculptures, I put the works out where they can be seen, and then invite the participation of the viewer to bring the sculpture to life. As they interact with the artwork, participants and art become one. And I hope that those who see, touch and animate my pieces will take away a tiny glimpse, a quiet whisper, of the clockwork universe of which we are all a part.