I am a born artisan. I’ve been interested in craft since I was a very small child, making stuff from anything I could lay my hands on. I invented things, stretched things, challenged myself, learned the box, then jumped out.

Portland public schools had a well-developed industrial arts program. My 7th & 8th-grade shop teacher was a master teacher of craft & boys. My father was an engineer. When he made mechanical drawings, graphically they were art. He took great pride in his drafting skills. Practicing his printing and cursive handwriting skills, was a nightly discipline. He instilled in me the importance of being true to good craft. Doing everything right, taking pride in my work. “It’s a reflection of you, it is you.”

My grandfathers also were old-school craftsmen. They were disciplined and deliberate in their crafts. I sat at their knees. 

In college, I studied analytical philosophy. It is a sharp tool. It infuses my thought and my art. I make ‘pataphysics with it. Its founders, which I revere, would have long ago thrown me out of their circle. I am as much an abstract logician, as I am an artist.

My creativity comes from my ability to play. I am totally unencumbered and immensely curious. I see possibilities and beauty everywhere. I deconstruct things mentally, then reconstruct them absurdly. I do all of this without thinking, I just do it. I play.