Trash and junk are the seed crystals from which the pieces grow. The forms try to unite the random, the exact and the messy. The subjects, clocks and lamps, try and unite the functional and the frivolous, or visa-vera. I want the work to be like that 1972 Plymouth Valiant , dented and rusted, with the beat tires, a leaking radiator, and no heat. I want it to lean on luck and fate and duct tape, but for it to be perfect. I want it to last forever, it's engine to purr, betraying it's exterior.