I enjoy making sculptures, the ones on this page are inspired by looking at ancient art; the more ancient the art the more it seems to interest me. The drive to get back to our origins is deep inside all of us, and this is true for artists as well. I am looking for something that is absent from me, an important, and essential part of my being which is lost. It was lost many years before my birth, and one day I will discover it.
The first sculpture I made out of plaster: I put the wet plaster into a bucket, let it dry, and then carved it using a variety of files.
A family group of sculptures, standing proud, not unlike the Easter Island heads; most of them are made from discarded tin cans, painted white, and with faces painted on them in black paint.
This image is a digital painting made on my computer, it represents a wooden sculpture I made, out of discarded pieces of wood I found lying around in my art studio.
To have a feeling of aloneness, and incompleteness, and to wander through the years, testing all things bad and good in one's environment just on the off-chance this is the missing element of your nature, the thing most needful. Artists are an odd lot, never contented, always confronting the bare canvas, or sculpting out of hard rock, and demanding an explanation.
I populated my studio with many these sculptures; the more of them I made, the greater the impact on the observer.
A sculpture made from wood I found around my Studio; the coloured tops of cans form decorative circles on the board that the main figure is resting on.