I believe that artists often get lost in their search for inspiration and subject matter. I have, in the past, become frustrated with my own search for the perfect subject. The problem, more often than not, was that the subject was so perfect; it was simply hidden in plain sight.
As a result of one of those agonizing searches, I became acutely aware of the latent, sculptural qualities of, seemingly, simple and benign objects.
I realized that I had become oblivious to the beauty of the simple form.
I think most of us have.
When isolated and carefully scrutinized, the folds and undulations of a simple piece of fabric becomes the focus of a magical, absract image. Saturate that image with light and shadow and suddenly you have a study in sublime form.
Now, if pure and simple form alone can be powerful enough to intrigue, it's the juxtaposition of random, detached, and apparently unrelated forms that can overwhelm.
The sum of those disjointed pieces becomes a still life.
Surreal and ambiguous.
The beauty lies in it's apparent simplicity.
The lines and planes of my sculptures are defined by a shadow.
The material of choice is wood.
And when carved, it can speak volumes.
"Self Doubt I Suppose"
It seems that there is often a peculiar similarity amongst artist's, in their character, one of striking contradictions.
An aura of confidence and showmanship which has been beaten back and held at bay by self-doubt and anxiety about the work.
To put the work out there. To be scrutinized and critiqued.
Maybe a recipe for creativity.
Maybe it's just me.
Maybe it's time to take up golf.